At that moment, amidst the aroma of roasting meat, Tom seemed to understand the meaning of the two verses: it was a hint of something crucial! It seems that following these two verses leads to the "key" to the ruins of the city, and Guiza, the kebab and the friend seem to have come true. Tom meets his friend's brother in Guiza, and then he himself gets a new clue at the kebab store.
The rest of the keywords were museum, knowledge, cats, ruins, and Nubia at the night market, and with Aswan at the beginning of the verse, Tom thought a trip to the city of Aswan seemed necessary.
Aswan is an important city in southern Egypt, located on a major transportation route, gateway to Black Africa and the only access to the interior of Africa by sea. Aswan is also considered the cradle of the Egyptian nation and was an important trading city between Egypt and Nubia; it is said that the ancient Egyptian word for "trade" was "Aswan".
This city is worth visiting with or without a clue; indeed, there is much to see in Egypt, which has inherited the cultural heritage of ancient Egypt.
Tom was quick to decide on his next stop.
"Thanks, Bill."
Bill yawned and waved his hand, unconcerned.
"It's just a clue that hasn't been deciphered in a hundred years, but if you follow it and find the City, send me a letter so I won't have to worry about my performance for years to come!"
At that point the waiter also brought three glasses of an Egyptian dessert. The drink is said to have originated in the Fatimid dynasty of the 10th century AD. The Egyptians had a sweet tooth and liked to add lots of honey, icing and dried fruit to their desserts, and the dessert was no exception.
It is a dried fruit preserved in apricot juice, which also looks a bit like a fruit salad. It is filled with "yarmulkes," dried fruits, such as dried dates, dried apricots, prunes, etc. It is also topped with a mysterious local Egyptian condiment: kama'edin, a kind of apricot jam.
Egyptians enjoyed it during Ramadan, when it was the perfect refreshment after a full day of fasting.
Hermione picked up the cup, shook it gently, let the nuts sink to the bottom and took a sip, noticing the aroma of other nuts mixed with the apricot jam. The nuts in the cup had been soaked, cooked and cooled, and had become soft and juicy.
The sweet and sour combination took away the greasy taste of the roasted meat and anything fried.
Watching Hermione's eyes narrow into a crescent shape, Tom tried the drink as well, and it was so good he decided to take some nuts in the package with him.
After saying goodbye to Bill, Tom and Hermione headed for the National Egyptian Museum.
When Tom arrived at the ticket booth with a glass of cold juice in his hand, he found it empty. He found the ticket agent in the shade, who was eating lunch, and was told that tickets were sold out.
"At the National Museum of Egypt you have to book in advance, and today's tickets are already sold out." The slim ticket-taker was sitting in the shade, waving his hand impatiently at Tom, who had a small, rapidly spinning fan in front of him, trying to dissipate the heat from his body.
"We're tourists from England...", Tom thought, as there were probably tickets reserved for foreigners at these types of attractions.
The ticket agent frowned and said impatiently, "The British have had no privileges since His Excellency Nasser came to power!".
Tom was making an empirical error, the local Egyptian population did not have the same spending potential, the vast majority of museum visitors were foreigners and there were no special privileges for foreign visitors.
The ticket agent no longer wanted to talk to Tom and the two got into an argument. Hermione, however, tugged on Tom's coat, indicating that he should leave. Sure enough, a few steps behind him was a man in a white turban.
He had a thin face, a lip mustache, bright eyes, and a megaphone on his belt.
"Museum guide, 350 Egyptian pounds a day, do you want one?" 350 Egyptian pounds is a lot of money, the freshly squeezed juice in Tom's hand weighed only 2 pounds - it was the juice of three large oranges, and Bill's meal had just cost less than 200 pounds.
"But the museum doesn't have tickets." said Hermione with a smirk.
"There are always tickets," she said looking up at the sky, "It's noon, I can give you both a £300 discount and I can take your picture, look how pretty this lady is, in ancient times she would have been an old lady. It would be a shame if we couldn't get some pictures together."
Hermione smiled.
"Okay," since you can spend money to solve the problem, let's pay with money. Tom pulled out two ten pound bills and handed them to him. The turbaned man waved them twice and happily put them in his wallet, giving Tom 120 Egyptian pounds in change.
He then led Tom and Hermione across the street and around the circle to the parking lot at the back of the museum, where there was a small gate for staff entrance and exit, and where a young security guard, who looked like the man, was smoking a cigarette.
The hooded man approached the young man, smiled at him, the young man looked around, saw that no one was looking, and gently opened the door a crack, dislodging the barrier inside.
"Come straight in." He whispered.
Both Tom and Hermione were stunned, they actually entered through the back door this time.
The hooded man led the pair in a straight line.
"Actually, there's no other way. It's because you were too late. All the tickets we got here sold out in the morning. He spread his hands, helpless, "But in my hands, there's no business that can't be done!".
Not that a guy who would think of saying something like that is bragging.
Tom entered the museum in the most magical way possible.
They traversed the long corridors, the bustling halls, and came to a secluded side room.
"Follow me, and I'll make sure you get through the museum before it closes for the afternoon, without missing a single room." Abdullah was a true professional, always skillfully avoiding crowds and assigning Tom and his team to the less crowded galleries, often leaving before a large tour group entered, or leaving after a large tour group had entered one of the galleries.
Not only was he very well organized, but Abdullah was very eloquent and explained the origins of the various objects and the interesting historical facts they contained as fast as a machine gun.
He seemed to know everything, but Tom could tell that he had only memorized the most famous objects in the gallery and the ones with stories: he used them to draw the two's attention away from the rest of the collection.