No photos allowed said the guard in a rough guttural tone. A silly rule I thought… Until I walked in and realized that the Egyptian Museum was more akin to a tomb rather than a Louvre equivalent. Sure, you had the standard artifacts which were older than time itself. I even saw a figurine of the flesh eating bug from The Mummy but like most places serving last rites, the highlight was definitely the corpses on display.
What really gave me the shivers was this small mummy casket containing a young girl. In places where it rotted away, you could see the small body wrapped up within. It felt so eerie. Even with the mid morning sun and warm stuffy room, a shiver ran through me which curled my spine.
Just as I was about to sprint out, a small chamber caught my eye. It was the royal chamber! At 100 Egyptian Pounds (RM60 roughly), it was a real rip off. However, it was the sort of rip off which you have no choice but to pay. Because this was no ordinary royal chamber. This was the final resting place of Ramses II. Better known as Ramses the Great. The coolest macha ever to have ruled Egypt. I know him personally as the hero from Christian Jacq’s pharaoh fiction.
Standing there looking down at him in that dusty tourist turnstile, I felt a bit sad for the Pharaoh though. I don’t think when he sealed himself off in his mighty pyramid, he ever envisioned being dug up and turned into a display. Talk about an invasion of privacy.
Despite that, I am glad I was able to pay my respects to the Pharaoh of pharaohs. One day, I hope when I am long gone, someone will put my ashes in a museum and charge people RM 100 to have a glimpse of my bits of carbon. Then again, custom dictates my ashes will be spread over the sea. Oh well… There is always the next life eh.