Christopher has seen just about everything.
Tonight, A, K, Mommy, and I went out into DownTown to see the Sufi dancers. First we stopped in at the Khan el Khalili, of course, but we didn’t find much of anything. We got a little bit lost trying to find the building where the dancers are. It doesn’t really stand out of a crowd much. We wound up going into the Old Khan, where Egyptians shop. It was very neat. There were no little pyramids or rugs that look like they’re made of real cow skins. Just shirts and shoes and stuff normal people need to buy all the time. It seems to be built right on top of a pipe full of Mommy-doesn’t-know-what, though, so we won’t be going back any time soon.
Finally we just doubled back and found the dancers. Sufi dancers are more often called “Whirling Dervishes” in the States. They practice a type of prayer that involves music played on drums, string instruments, and a wind instrument that is like an oboe. While they play this music in prayer, they dance. All of the dancers are men. They move together as one. As they drum, they kick up their feet and twirl from left to right and right to left. Near the end of the night, one of the men puts on brightly colored skirts over his clothes and spins and spins and spins. Sometimes he would touch his head and sometimes he would touch his heart. He spun for so long Mommy almost couldn’t watch anymore. We had a really nice time.
Here are some more pictures.