Trouble in Luxor: My Experience Getting Harassed in Egypt

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No country has tested my patience quite like Egypt did.

It was a balmy 115 degrees in Egypt when we stepped off the overnight train in downtown Luxor. M and I were both very excited to be away from Cairo and to get to see the exotic Egypt of our dreams, the Valley of the Kings, the mummies, and the Nile river. After checking in to our hotel, we decided to head over to the famous Karnak Temple for the afternoon. Hearing that it was close by and really wanting to avoid dealing with the pushy cabbies, we decided to walk.

Worst. Decision. Ever.

Knowing that Luxor was like an ancient Egyptian theme park, and the fact that it was so hot it felt like my face was going to melt off, I decided to break all the rules and wear a dress. Rule number 1 when traveling in Egypt as a women, don’t wear a dress that doesn’t cover you from wrist to ankle and looks like a burlap sack.

I thought it we be more ok since we were sticking to the major tourist sites and I picked a dress that covered my shoulders and my knees. Also, the thought of putting on the same pants I’d been wearing for days made me want to cry a little. Egypt was so damn hot that even when I wore light linen pants, I could feel the sweat trickle down my legs and if I were to sit down, I would sweat through the back of my pants in approximately 1.5 minutes offering that nice, “I just wet my pants” look. Too damn hot.

My people are Polish. I have a semi-arctic tolerance for cold in my blood. I wear shorts in winter and I down half a bottle of vodka and still stand. I was not meant for this weather.

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A day’s worth of water

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Shade hunting in Luxor

By the time we arrived at Karnak, we were so sweaty, hot, sunburned and tired, we were willing to pay 5 dollars for a bottle of water and all we wanted to do was pass out in the shade. It didn’t help that we were harassed constantly by cabbies and calèche drivers (horse-drawn carriages) offering cheap rides for “the pretty ladies;” our moods were tense. We were stared at so much I kept having to check to make sure I hadn’t tucked the back of my dress in my underwear.

In my defense, I don’t think we were harassed solely for the fact that you could see my elbows and shins. M and I were two girls alone traveling in Egypt at a time when tourism had dropped over 80% because of the revolution. People were desperate because so many jobs relied heavily on tourism, especially in places like Luxor. This meant that westerners and tourists were targeted much more strongly to buy things from scarves to water to horse rides.

It may not seem like a big deal, but for two young American women who literally could not walk 1 minute down the street without being called out to about something, it made things challenging, to put it lightly. Inside, I wanted to punch the teeth out of the next chauvinistic jerk who dared to call me Barbie and offering camels for my hand in marriage.

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The dress that started it all at Karnak Temple

By the time we got back downtown, both of us were hot, sticky and in really foul moods. As we turned on a narrow street looking for the entrance to Luxor temple, a guy on a horse drawn carriage started following us. He kept calling out to us, trying to hawk a ride on his caleche. After we repeatedly told him no and tried to ignore him, he started saying provocative things to us. This went on for a good five minutes and we had no where to turn off to on this street. As we literally tried to run from him, I heard him yell to me, “hey blondie, nice ass!” Oh, no he didn’t!

At this point I lost it; I was sick and tired of being made to feel cheap and dirty 24/7. Imagine 5 days of constantly being stared at, propositioned and proposed to, and being swindled out of every dime I had. It was ruining our trip! It didn’t help that it was so hot sweat was pouring in my eyes, ruining my make-up and making me look like some crazed panda on steroids. All I wanted to do was visit some temples in peace, is that asking too much? I was done with these touts!

“F*** you, who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” I screamed at him. “No means no! I am not getting in your damn caleche, go harass some other tourists you misogynistic pig!” I then proceeded to go on a mini-tirade about how just because I’m wearing a dress doesn’t mean men can speak like that to women no matter where in the world I was, full-on all feminist women’s college rant, Mount Holyoke would be proud. Who knew my damp blonde hair and perspiring calves were so irresistible and sexy? Stupefied at my squawking and flinging arm motions, he yelled at me in indiscernable Arabic before galloping off.

Fuming, I stomped off looking for the entrance to the temple. If only it ended there. Why does it never end there with me?

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As we wandering around lost looking for the entrance to the temple, more and more people kept coming up to us trying to hawk something. I suddenly realized M was quiet and looking surly. M only gets quiet and surly for two reasons. She needs to eat or something is bothering her. Since neither of us could keep any food down thanks to the ever present third world stomach bug owing to our penchant for eating street food in Egypt, I had to assume something was on her mind. M is not always one to eloquently express her feelings. So smack in the main square in front of Luxor Temple, grumpy and hot, I asked her to just spill it.

“It’s. Um. Well. I dunno….WHY DID YOU HAVE TO WEAR THAT DRESS? YOU CAN’T SAY THE ‘F’ WORD IN EGYPT!” She blurted out at me.

Oh God. Really? Really? Were we going to have that discussion there? A screaming fight ensued between me and one of my best friends in quite possibly the most central location in all of Luxor. Neither of us had slept in days, we were both so hot and uncomfortable, violently nauseous to boot and in really bad moods. M thoroughly chastised me for not respecting the culture enough to wear pants 24/7 while I tried to defend myself saying we were in tourist city and it was only one afternoon, and I just couldn’t put on a pair of pants. Even looking back now I don’t think I could have worn pants again. It was ungodly hot, and I’ve lived in southern Spain in the summer, and that was nothing compared to this.

We all have our limits but that day in Luxor, I reached mine. I can put up with so much when I am traveling but that hot afternoon in Egypt, I couldn’t take another minute of the hassling.

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Sunset at Luxor Temple

And the best part?

Let’s not forget the happy go lucky, ever-present Egyptians who are more than willing to put in their two cents. In the midst of our fight, we realized a circle literally had been formed around us of all the local caleche drivers and touts, and at about every 30 seconds or so, someone would interject something into our argument, like “don’t be angry, you’re in Egypt, be happy!” or the constant “want to ride my donkey? I give you good price.” Eventually, we cried, we hugged, we made up and even let 9 year old Ali let us drive us around the block in his carriage for five bucks for god measure.

And the even better part?

Did I mention that there were virtually no tourists in Egypt when we were there because everyone was afraid they would get tear gassed and caught up in another revolution? This meant that for the next 4 days we were in Luxor, everyone remembered us and knew who we were and weren’t afraid to yell out “hey Barbie, you look happier now, no crying! Want to see my papyrus collection? For you I give special price!” as we walked downtown and around the souks. It definitely made Luxor unforgettable for me.

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Please notice how M is holding her purse. No one is wringing that out of her hands!

What to take away from this?

Ladies, suck it up and wear pants in Egypt or toughen up to the harrasing. Don’t be afraid to make a big old scene because I can tell you ignoring does NOT always work. Maybe not drop the f-bomb. Also, be careful with the street food and don’t walk to Karnak temple. It’s a lot farther than it looks on the map.

In all seriousness, it’s important to respect the culture of the country you are traveling too, and the day women wear a dress like mine in Egypt will be the day King Tut’s mummy comes back alive. HOWEVER, the harassment of women in Egypt is a hot topic in the news. It’s a big problem, and it’s not only something foreign women are subject to. I will add that I was just as harassed wearing khaki pants and long sleeve botton-ups as I was when I wore a dress.

Times need to change, and Egyptian women will be the first to say it. I was disgusted by the way I was spoken to in my two weeks I was there, and it negatively impacted my opinion of a country that I otherwise loved. Just mentally prepare yourself for this before going, and if your dream is to visit this beautiful country and you are a woman, it shouldn’t keep you from traveling to Egypt. I will also add I never truly felt threatened when I was in Egypt. Will this experience keep me from traveling back to Egypt or to other similar countries? Not in the least. Will I invest in a portable fan and pay double for air conditioned rooms? You bet I will.

Have you ever traveled to Egypt as a woman? What was your experience like there? Would you be able to travel to a country like Egypt? Have you ever reached your limit when traveling?

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  1. I just arrived in Cairo yesterday from Sri Lanka and before that Indonesia – I AM constantly harassed by men too – I ask them where are all the women cab, tuk tuk, etc. drivers and that I don’t want to tell them where I am from or where I am going and that I don’t like even talking to men. They follow me anyways and try to talk to me, sell me things, etc.
    In Sri Lanka they stand at the beach and stare at the women (and men) – I went over to one guy and said ‘hey, if I thought it would be appropriate to stand there and stare at a women, then I would do the same myself.’ I then asked the woman (who was German I found out by talking to her) and she just shrugged, then I told her what had been happening.
    I am not certain that wearing a dress because of the heat was the only motive here.
    Women constantly say one thing and mean another.
    I see women hanging out more with local guys than I see them trying to meet and hang out with fellow travellers.
    I did have only one nice experience with the only single American woman I;ve met since June when I left the US – in Sri Lanka she actually asked me if I wanted to go take a look at the ocean – but then I was not aggressive because I didn;t want to scare her away and thought there would be plenty of time to get to know each other. That was my mistake and now aI am very sad and ready to buy the first 2 meter tall virgin over 18 that looks good so I can have a companion and oral sex partner (haven;t had vaginal sex since a 2 meter tall girlfreind in spring of 2010 and do not plan to).
    Another nice experience was outside of Sevastopol where two short Polish girls wanted me to go with them on a day tour but I was having problems with my car that was stuck 15 kilometers away in Balaclava so was changing hotels.
    Your experience may not be as gender-based as you think.
    I see women traveling together all the time and wonder why they can;t find or don;t want a man and why they think it is in-appropriate for a man to have a natural desire to want to be with them, especially if they are showing some skin.
    I just found out last night that hotels are not allowed to check-in an un-married woman and man – that is the real terrorism of being in a Muslim country – seems the New World Order does have an agenda of making everyone androgenous – but that still won;t solve the fighting over tourist money. Even when I say my bags are too full to buy souvenirs they try not to understand and keep the sales pitch.
    Being called a ‘barbie’ seems to be a compliment given (unless they dis-respect ‘Barbie’ because she;s a bimbo) and the reaction to it in-appropriate, although I am not saying one should have to talk to everyone that wants to talk to them either.
    I;d like to find the places where there are beautiful women who will sensually harass me proper (not just to try to get money) like the way they used-to and the way YHWH intended.
    Be glad you are at least blessed with a certain degree of beauty, there are a lot of ugly women who envy the attention men show you.

  2. So far on my travels Egypt has been my favourite destination. I travelled there with a group of my friends (all female). I’ve been around South East Asia and East Africa as well. I spent a total of two months in Egypt January 2013 and June 2013. The most harassment and worst experience I had was at the pyramids. Our car was surrounded by men trying to sell us camel rides and the harassment from people trying to sell you stuff was relentless. On the plus side there were very little tourists. Unfortunately, I think that the touristy destinations are the places where you will receive the worst treatment. Downtown Cairo was another place that at times, the harassment was annoying. Go across the bridge to Zamalek and you can avoid touts and much of the harassment.

    Outside of tourist destinations I found Egyptians to be the most friendly and hospitable people I’ve ever encountered. People were incredibly generous even with the failing economy of the post 2011 revolution. Numerous times Egyptian women and men stopped and introduce themselves, gave us their facebooks, invited us for dinner, and to stay at their homes. Getting off a bus in Alexandria for the first time a group of women in full niqabs came up to us and helped us barter for cabs.

    I felt that when people saw a couple of girls traveling alone their first reaction was to give their help and advice.

    Yes, you will encounter some creeps. I have encountered creeps in many of the other countries that I have travelled to as well. However, I also made some really great friends with Egyptian men and was amazed by the respect and hospitality they showed towards my friends and I.

    My advice for travellers heading to Egypt is to try go to destinations that are not so touristy. I especially loved Nuweiba in the Sinai, and Siwa Oasis in the Western Desert. Go to the pyramids last rather than first. Then you will be more comfortable in the country and better equipped to deal with all the touts.

    Happy travels everyone!

  3. Liz, thank you for your story! I’m actually a Mount Holyoke alum (!) and I studied abroad in Egypt during my junior year at MHC. This will sound awful, but…Luxor and Aswan were the least harassed I ever felt during my stay there. I studied in Alexandria, which sees far less Western tourist traffic than the resort areas or Cairo. Harassment, always obnoxious and invasive, sometimes bordering on violent, was a daily occurrence. If I got the chance to do it all again, I would DEFINITELY wear looser pants and cover my hair – us fair-skinned blondes stick out! I toyed with the idea of just wearing head-to-toe long skirt, long sleeves, a headscarf and big sunglasses – just to see if it would keep me from getting harassed. I’m so glad I was able to experience Egypt and living in another country, but it ABSOLUTELY gets to you after the eighteen-millionth “Welcome in Egypt!” or “One thousand camels!” being yelled in my direction.

    I did have the distinct advantage of being able to yell back in Arabic, both curses and guilt-trips about sisters, but don’t let anyone tell you that the F-word is unacceptable among Egyptian men – they use it all the time. Learn to yell something in Arabic before you go back, they’ll leave you alone quickly if you sound like you know what you’re doing!

    Stay strong fellow uncommon woman, and don’t less this dampen your wanderlust!

  4. I was in Egypt right before the revolution and found it an amazing country to go to. I was on my honeymoon so I wasn’t alone. We also booked a tour as I felt safer that way. I wore shorts and skirts in egypt and tank tops. My rule was I could show some leg, but cover the shoulders and cleavage or show shoulders and cover the legs. The only ‘harassment’ we received (besides those pushing their wares which happens in almost every country I’ve travelled to) was my husband was told he was a very lucky man repeatedly. I assume it’s due to my fair skin and red hair. I recommend if travelling as a single gal in this area, doing a tour and having a guide. Helps immensely.

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