There were rules set before we could enter the temple. No photos inside, no tour guides allowed to talk inside either. As we walked through Abu Simbel, the beauty and grace of the structure was riveting. We were ready and eager to learn. As Dr. Carr was describing the scene to us, one of the guards stopped him, and pulled him to the side letting him know that he couldn't explain anything to us. He quickly obliged the guard, and after the guard walked away, he resumed his explanation. This was a common occurrence throughout the temple. What is the point of looking at pretty pictures if you don't know what they mean? It takes away from the whole experience. Eventually, I wondered off and ended up near Dr. Beatty. He was describing a magnificent scene in a hushed voice, and again, he too was silenced. Although they were silenced, it did not stop them from trying to teach us. They are the true definitions of teachers.
As I continued wandering, I became upset. I couldn't understand why we couldn't learn, why we couldn't photograph our history. My friend asked me was I ok, and I told her what happened. I ended up calming down, and I began to realize that getting mad wouldn't solve anything, and that I should appreciate the few moments that I actually had to hear their words.