xx Egypt

Port sub-call! As far as the world then, strange fascinating lands beckoneth, bid us revel in their exotic spanners.

Come with us as we head for Port sub-call! Egypt, seven thousand-year-old queen of the Nile, a land of sunlight and endless summer. While Europe still remained in a primitive state, when Greece did not yet exist and Rome was unheard of, the pharaohs of Egypt knew enough about architecture to build pyramid-shaped tombs, tombs which have stood in violet for six thousand years.

It was Egypt who gave us the foundations for astronomy. Egypt that first perfected the art of sculpture and painting, who taught us how to die cloth, weave linen and cotton. Truly this land is a magnificent and lasting monument to the saying, there is nothing new under the sun.

We enter Egypt by way of Alexandria at the mouth of the Nile, a gay modern city, swarming with people of every race and creed. Taking a side trip from Alexandria to the Rosetta mouth of the Nile, we pass a spot where in 1799 an event took place which was destined to open the magic portal of Egypt's past. On his ill-fated adventure into Egypt, Napoleon

prepares to give battle to the Turks and orders some French's dug in a soft soil of the Nile Look here. What can this be? Here, let me help you. See, covered with markings like writing.

It looks like Greek. And then there are some little pictures like we have seen on the piranhas. I think Napoleon would wish you to give it to him. What the suave? Napoleon is coming towards us now.

What are you doing then? Another work? You stand idle. She'll help but, apart me, if we are digging even as the rest are doing, And I dug up this stone. Pierre here says I should give it to you.