Qena is a provincial capital located about 57 miles from El Balyana and 39 miles north of Luxor. It is most famous for its proximity to the ruins of Dendara. It owes its modern prosperity to the opening of the Wadi Qena towards the Red Sea, which is a major traffic route between Upper Egypt and the Red Sea. Tourists traveling between Luxor and the Red Sea will assuredly pass the outskirts of this City.
The city also has a considerable Islamic and Coptic heritage and a famous Mosque. The Maghrebi Abd el-Rahim settled in Qena upon his return from Mecca and founded a Sufi center here. Upon his death in 1195, the mosque was built above his tomb and became a place of pilgrimage. There is a huge modern mosque of Sheikh el-Qenawi in the main square which attests to his importance
waiting for the Minibus I could not resist this photo of the sun up through the banana tree.
and this sign on my neighbors wall, not that I want a bike today or any other day. but this is becoming a tourist area and needs must. so stick a sign up .
It was a pleasant train journey today, a bit cold as not many windows left intact on the locals train neither did the carriage doors close. and the wind was quite chilly so no camera shots, not as brave as those of you blogging about your expeditions in the snow. and windy beaches,
here we have hot days and cold nights at this time of year poor old me having to put a scarf and cap on one that covers my ears.
Once the train had stopped and most of the passengers got off I decided to join the end of the queue in the carriage big mistake we had the people from Quena getting on the train no such thing here as manners or courtesy, even common sense the train waits at least 2o minutes in the stations. so there is no need to be so aggressive getting on the train. and me being so broad I will not turn sideways to let any body pass the last 10 people to get on the train by pushing past some young girl students, got pushed back off the train shouting a load of abuse, we need to get on the train, what you doing on our train, tourist not allowed on this train, So here I am in Quena A city I have been to about 6 times in the past 2 years. so I know my way about . and stepped out of the station with confidence . and headed straight for a coffee shop as I had 1/2 hour to kill before heading off again to the centre of the city where the Forgery office is situated .
After a brisk walk and passing all these delightfull shops of an era to my mind that had long gone of laid out fresh fruit and veg, a realy old shop with a printing machine from the turn of the twentieth century
and more fruit that looked so inviting but I was in a hurry and thought get some on the way back to the station.
A quick snap of a brightly coloured green street light I thought was a one of , but then found the whole of the city had them in different sizes and in fifferent shades of bright green,
A walk about in Quena city I love these old buildings pity they are not very well maintained.
several buildings had these gazebo's on the roof all are different in design apart from the dome. ( Not Mosques)
This guy as I was passing was just finishing having a piss not even bothering to get off his lazy arse to stand up. I was going to take a photo but then thoughts of Luxor flashed my mind and it was a day of no hassle . so I did not want to get into a verbal argument. but then its what the hell. and took one from a safe distance by then he had straightened himself up. this was in the high street in full view and where people had to get off the kerb unless they wanted to walk through a puddle of urine. now I wished I had taken the photo and not just listened to my thoughts of modesty.
Please keep off the kerb, these spikes are on most of the street corner kerbs.
And just a reminder we are in a police state.
No comments, Just some of the un modernized houses and a pity to say unloved.
The two floor building is a police station for the elite secret police.
local price to Quena is 4.50 egp one way on the train. I returned on a micro bus that was 3 egp but only took me to the outskirts of Luxor then had to jump on another to get to the centre of Luxor 35 piestas.
then wished I had taken the train, as soon as I got back to luxor and boarded the last bus the hassle started. 5 pound mister. not allowed on this bus, I just got on anyway And handed him the 35 piestas on getting off at the bus station, no arguing there because here there is a police presence. and I wished I was back in hassle free Quena.
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