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I've been reading this blog on and off for a bit, especially since I found the Egypt photos. It's interesting that you can see how much hotter it must have been when they were there - the sun's brighter and the light is a lot different from when there's sandstorms happening every second day (and smog. And overcast. No rain though. Except in Alex, where it was bloody freezing and there were storms coming in off the Mediterranean. Which was beautiful, but also made me wish I'd brought another couple of warmer jumpers. You think I'd have known that winter doesn't necessarily equal warm, no matter how close you allegedly are to the Tropic of Cancer.)

It was also a bit weird seeing the photos from the hotel balcony in Cairo and realising I knew exactly where that was. Across the river from my brother's flat, and up a bit. Heh. I think we actually walked past there a couple of times, on the way to either the metro, the museum or just wandering down the Corniche. Or lost, which also happened - it took us until the second last day to find the same coffee shop we found the first day, not least because there turned out to be a second one of the same brand on the other side of Zamalek. We found that one a couple of times though.

But what really made me start giggling was the photo of the Hanging Church in Coptic Cairo. This was not because of the church - which is beautiful and which I really enjoyed visiting - but because of the pillars on the pulpit. There are 10 white, one black and one grey pillar. They represent the 12 Apostles, with the black being Judas and the grey being Thomas the Doubter (betrayal apparently being a lot worse than skepticism). Which is when I started getting the whole doubting scene in my head as if it were being spoken by a group of footy players.

Because seriously, there is an element of that to it when you think about it. I mean here you've got a guy rocking up who everyone knows is dead. How do they know? Well, some of them saw him on the cross, different ones took his body into the tomb and then another one came back to find him gone from the tomb. And then some of them saw him out walking/fishing, some were told by the women that they'd seen him and then he appeared in the middle of a mass drinking grieving session... Which all sounds like it could have been the aftermath of a particularly big night out, probably at the end of the season.

So yeah, mentally I get this conversation happening:

Thomas (opening a stubby): Dudes, he's dead.
Judas (the other one): He was here! Like totally! 5 minutes ago!
Thomas: Youse are still tripping. He's dead, mate.
John: Yeah, nah, seriously, but, he was here.
Thomas: Yeah right, sure. I'll believe it when I can stick my fingers in the nail holes.
Jesus: Orright then.
Thomas: Mate!! Seriously? (Sticks hands in gory bits)
Peter: Dude, that's gross.
Thomas: Less cold than I thought it would be... (to Jesus) you want a beer? I totally thought you were cactus.
Jesus: I was. Now you believe me.
Peter (to Jesus): hey, wanna come fishing tomorrow? We've got the boat..

OK, perhaps not quite as the gospels reported it. Well, one of them anyway. But certainly elements of Mad Monday happening there.

(Oh, dear, now I have an image of Fev as Jesus. OK, that's heading into blasphemy.)

The other element of the gospels that cracked me up when I was reading it was this bit:

Jesus did not say to him that he was not to die, but, "If it is my will that he remain until I come, what is that to you?" (John 21:23b)

Seriously, you can just see John rolling his eyes at this point.

"Guys, will you let it go? He didn't say that. *eyeroll* Sheesh, enough already."

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Best version of that scene I've read...

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And now I'm finding myself mentally re-writing the week from the triumphant entry into Jerusalem to the crucifixion. Because it's sounding a lot like a footy trip to me - it even has a donkey!