Biblical Tour Guide aka A Metropolitan Museum Travesty

The Met was also the scene of an incident that really got my goat (and could often get my goat) about some aspects of some people’s American Culture. We happened to the surfing the Egyptian halls around the same time a Bible Tour Guide was explaining his version of the artefacts and Egyptian history.

D6 statue of a bound captive from the Metropolitan Museum, New York.
Metropolitan Museum, New York.

It started with a rather excellent Dynasty 6 (c2200 BC) statue of a kneeling and bound captive.

It is an incredible fact that the statue has survive for over 4000 years, however the Bible Tour Guide decided to portray it as evidence that biblical figures were in Egypt and bound as such using images like the below as evidence.

For the enquiring mind you might think that it is evidence that an artist for a biblical publication in the 80s did some research and decided to use the statue (or other similar depictions) as inspiration. There is no fact beyond that!

Sadly however that was not the last indignity that this ‘guide’ gave to the collection

Head of a Cow Goddess
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

The head of a cow goddess is thought to be either Hathor or Mehetweret, but this man decided to declare it as Hathor and proceeded to call her the original party girl; going out, partying down and getting drunk and debauching. He was using a lot of 21st century comparisons and allusions against this ancient Egyptian goddess and while granted she did have a role as goddess of music and dance, there we no bars, pubs and clubs that I can reference in Ancient Egypt history (do let me know if you know different!) and he was attempting to link these modern-day inventions with scenes like the below.


The biggest travesty of all was that was all he told his tour group about Hathor. There was nothing about the aspects of joy, the feminine aspect, fertility, love or motherhood; the cynic in me would say that is typical of a man preaching an Abrahamic religion the way he was.

At that stage my more calm (and laughing) other half had to physically removed me from that particular gallery room as through my raised voice I was trying too hard to make my corrections over heard. Oops.

I acknowledge that it is hard to sometimes not put a very modern perspective on a very ancient scene, especially when they can appear somewhat remote in terms of context, but yet very familiar; the young ladies above do seem to be having a good time with the music and dance. It is one thing that I thank the wonderful tutors at the University of Glasgow for constantly reminding the classes I have attended when we fall into that trap.

However sometimes is it an obvious and very deliberate; a way to disgrace and discredit an ancient culture, the people and the religion for your own ends. This is obviously wrong and more so in a place that is meant to be educating and informing with the facts that we know, not filling in the blanks of your own stories with the tall tales you can make up.

One thing though, this egit did not spoil my overall and very positive impression of the museum and the Egyptian collection.


Even Old New York was once New Amsterdam

So it had been holiday time again, a break away from the old pyramid and pharaonic routine and of out into the great beyond. This year it has been a two stager, very different stages detailed in this and the next blog (cause they are so different).

New York, New York (so good they named it twice) was hot, in the 30s during the day and mid 20s at night, and humid. It was the humidity and the 12 plus miles we walked for 3 days running that really wore me out. None of that though has put me off New York, it just made me realise that we should go back in the spring or autumn (or maybe even in the winter if we are feeling brave), so that we can continue our galloping tour of the city.

Getting off the plane at Newark was a pleasant surprise, I had many horror stories of long waits and rude border control, but it was seamless and relatively quick; my comparison is from when we crossed by road between Vancouver and Seattle, that was a long wait in a hot coach and then a queue beyond that. I was good that we had taken some advice and pre-booked a car to take us to our hotel; no wondering where to catch a bus or long struggles with suitcases, a quick call and there was our black sedan and an air-conditioned ride over to Manhattan.

But this isn’t going to be a “what I did and what I saw” blog about the trip…. The awe prevents that.

Size is the one thing that always gets me about America; 5 lane freeways and huge bridges all filled with cars and trucks (I like American trucks, I don’t know why but think it is the ‘nose’ compared to the British flat face). Skirting through New Jersey (there as a sign for the New Jersey Turnpike and I do need to work out what that is) we entered the tunnel to cross under the Hudson and onto the island.

I love grid systems, there I said it, I just become attuned to the blocks and grids and love it. There most be something in my psyche to draw me to them. Glasgow is very much the same in the city centre and it makes navigation and transit so much easier. Saying that, the journey from the tunnel exit to the hotel on west 50th was a real rat run; at one stage I see West 30th and then the number counted down and across and miraculously we popped out right outside the hotel. As it was a fixed fair I didn’t really care and was more interested in gawping (as I was) out the window.

The sliding entrance doors into the CitizenM became a ‘view of mercy’ for me. The opened and you got this lovely clod blast of air conditioning which gave me the most delightful shivers in comparison to the sticky heat of the outdoors. Even on that first trip through those doors I knew is was going to be something I learned to appreciate more and more.

The modern informality of the CitizenM is what draws me to them, I had previously stayed in the Glasgow and London hotels and deal for citizens make it more than comparable with other hotels which run a more budget approach to their establishments and guests. The fact that everything is electronic and I can sign myself in and get my own room key is a winner for me, in this modern age we should have the option to self-serve when we want to. We had a pod hotel in Heathrow and this the more advanced version of that.

Back the size thing, the 12 miles a day were spent exploring the Park and museums, the Highline and Midtown and it’s skyscrapers. The only exploring that didn’t add to the mileage was the roundtrip boat tour of the Manhattan island; who knew it was so green at the northern end of the island? If you had asked me with was end to end building and high-rise, not so green and dramatic.

Central Park is something that to me is incomparable in terms of size of a municipal park space. You could wander for miles and hours around its paths and byways. Finding (another) Cleopatra’s Needle sparked my immediate Egyptological interest and being on the park front of the Met it doomed poor companion to a fate he has been knowing would be coming. The Egyptology section of the Met is famous and well stocked with everything from pre-dynastic artefacts right up to the Greco-Roman period. To say this is where the highest percentage of my photos were taken would be spot on.

There was an incident in the Met, a small sign that there are some aspects of some American’s cultural values that I would have a problem with. Read all about that here.

A night time view from the Top of the Rock
A night time view from the Top of the Rock

Of course the Empire State and Top of the Rock (again I didn’t know that the Rockefeller Centre was multiple city blocks, I though it was just a building) were completed; the former during the day and in the evening (the photo beside is looking south to Empire State, Lower Manhattan and the Freedom Tower) and the latter only in the evening. Both stunning in terms of design, decor, views and buildings. To think that the Empire State was completed in 13 months and the story and history of innovation during the construction was incredible.

Shopping. Macy’s was a bit of a let down, but I think that was more due to the breakfast hunger and the rather disappointing fulfilment of that hunger in a dim and dingy looking restaurant. I think it needs another visit to get me out of the frame of mind that it is just a big John Lewis or Debenhams. However …. wow does 5th Avenue have some pricy jewellery shops, just looking in the windows almost seemed to cost! Saying all that though New York was the scene of my most recent technology purchase. Though slightly disappointed that the 5th Avenue Microsoft store was not yet opened, I found the concession stand in the Time Warner/Columbus Circle mall.

I had done my research before going, gathering up UK pricing for a Surface 3 with all the bells and whistles and, through a degree of humming and hawing (perhaps in a way the British can do) the helpful young lady at the concession stand also gave me the education discount and saved over £150 on the UK retail pricing (that includes the charge for the credit card $ to £ transfer!).

The last attraction I am going to mention specifically is the Intrepid. It is crazy to see an air craft carrier parked of Manhattan Island, but there she is all buddied up with a Concorde and the Growler. Beyond the ship herself two things stand out for me; the Enterprise, and the retelling of the kamikaze strikes on ships during the second world war.

The former is just so inspiring to me, granted the Enterprise never made it in to space, but was part of the effort to just a reusable launch vehicle. To see her up close gave me the shivers as to what we can achieve and where we can go. The latter was upsetting. It was a very emotive telling of the Japanese kamikaze strikes and, importantly, it was from both sides. There was the Japanese perspective of the fact these pilots died for what they thought was an effort to save their families and their way of life. To see it told in such a graphic and honest way, with footage from the Intrepid when she was struck by these planes and the loss of life… it is fair to say I did leave with a tears in my eyes. We all have to live on the tiny little planet and essentially we are all the same thing; human being, but the desire for mastery, power, wealth and ideology (though how much ideology is not driven by the three before i don’t know) have always made us want to conquer, subdue and kill. Would Britain, America, China and Russia be such ‘great nations’ if it were not for the last two world wars and the follow on wars of the last 4 decades? The Intrepid and her story and exhibitions caused me to be a bit reflective and grump for a few hours, so spare a though for the other half….

New York, I will go back. All the frantic walking and absorbing of the place made me just discover more I wanted to see. Next time though, it is not going to be in the heat of late summer.

Wine O’clock

What is a reasonable time to start drinking on your last full day in NZ? Well according to @maccagraeme and @streampnkpharaoh rule book, any time after 10am.

It was the winery tour day and @maccagraeme’s sister had kindly offered to be our driver, as we got sampling. Really this is a short blog; Pegasus Bay and seven wines, Waipara Hills and six wines (2 bought) and then Greystone and four wines (2 bought). Safe to say by 3pm and time to collect the kids from school we were a little tipsy. Add into the mix a Dalmatian mum and pup and you have a surreal alcoholic day.

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We are now packed for a midday flight tomorrow, neither sure if we want to go home……

Party on…..

…… in Queenstown! I think it is fair to say that Queenstown is the youthful party town of NZ. It is what a place like Aviemore should be; skiing in the winter and adventure sports and sightseeing in the summer. It also appears to the place that European packbackers repository, if you are travelling the world then you will end up in Queenstown to recoup some costs and have a bit of an adventure.

Arriving from Dunedin we must have curried some kind of favour from the Sun Gods as, from a rather drab Dunedin we arrived in a high 20s Queenstown nestled on beautiful Lake Wakatipu. It does feel like a youthful town and from our experience it is full to the brim with adrenaline fuelled activities that, with all that I have said to now, are being undertaken from the teens to the septuagenarians (who said the youth have to be young?).

Our afternoon was leisurely by the Lake, enjoying the warmth, taking in the sights and (I) had to recovery from the drive. It is a chilled city with some awesome scenery. We dined posh, had a nice wine (after driving through some nice looking vineyard and orchard country to get there) and had a few beers in preparation for the almighty climb back up the mountain to the motel that @maccagraeme had booked.

Saturday was to prove that we were not on top of a mountain, we had to get a cable car to the top of the mountain, and that even on the top of a mountain it gets roastie tastier while you luge. Ok, so there was a deal on; gondola and 7 luge runs, wow so much fun, including almost flipping on the corners, beating and getting beaten by @maccagraeme; superb. There were grins firmly affixed to faces for a wee while after.

We WALKED down the mountain, safe to say it buggered my knees, but dropped us off in town ready to visit the iSite. OMG we have a helicopter tour booked!!!

Queenstown brings home some of the best aspects that I have come to like about NZ; it is a place where ages mix, yeah it is a high young population, but everyone seems to fit in; there is outside drinking allowed until 10pm, and people do, but they also clear out by 10pm and clear up after themselves, there are no piles of rubbish in the park or on the beach; there are free, uncontrolled gas BBQs that are used and cleaned but everyone.

Saying all that I can imagine there are some issues, Queenstown also appears to be the NZ and Oz stag town; it has the bars, restaurants, outdoor events etc. everything that makes a good stag (?)

Post observing frizzbe golf observing (another great thing that we should import) we had the best ice cream ever and watched the tandem paragliding. The place is simply great for a holiday.



  1. They have bagpipe buskers;
  2. They put HAM in their muffins;
  3. The place closes down at 9pm; and
  4. The Cadbury chocolate factory is AWESOME.
So we have made it to Dunedin, flew down from Christchurch yesterday and picked up Jeri the Juicy motor. Dunedin is really nice, it is like a little chunk of Scotland on the southern tip of NZ. The city is modelled on Edinburgh (if you couldn’t guess), complete with Princes Street et al, they love the Scottish accent but the local beer is a bit tasteless.
Our afternoon in the sun was complete with bagpipe buskers in the “Octagon” (the city centre or CBD), where we watched the All Whites drummed out of the World Cup by Mexico. However, unlike it’s northern equivalent, the day was warm and sunny…. Dunedin was roasty toasty.
Today Dunedin lived up to the northern, misty and damp, reputation. That did not dampen my excitement, it was Cadbury factory day and OMG was it fantastic. Apart from having to wear a hair and beard(!) snood, there was a goodie bag that slowly grew fatter with the free chocolate. Antipodean Cadburys is slightly different, they make Jaffas, but they are spherical orange Smarties, but they also make Pebbles which ARE Smarties!!
The smell of molten chocolate the minute you enter that factory is awesome and seeing them make buttons, roses and (their version of) jaffas, just made me hungrier and hungrier. They then handily drop you off in the discounted shop…… nom nom nom….. there goes $20.
As the Scottish drizzle progressed we meandered to the Otago Museum; somewhere where the stuffed animals kept M&S back away for @maccagraeme and I even got to see the Egyptology section!! It was all going great guns until the coffee shop; they put HAM in their scone. HAM in a scone. The one thing that I thought a veggie down south was safe with….. well it turns out the further south you go in NZ the less veggie friendly they are. The saving grace was the lush veggie/vegan cafe that was brunch venue today, even @maccagraeme liked the falafel burger.
The reminder of the avo was spent climbing the world’s steepest street, and bloody knackering it was.
Dunedin, thumbs up, Scotland Shop et all. Tomorrow is Queenstown!
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A shade of Gilmour Hill??