My second book about Ancient Egypt "Myhat in Egypt, Through the Eyes of a God", is available on Amazon as a paperback and on Kindle and also as a free mp3 for those that cannot or don't want to read. This one is the true account of Ed and Ana's visits to Egypt as tourists in 1989, 1990 and later. They went to Cairo, saw and entered the pyramids of Khufu and Kharfe, Saqqara and other sites. In Luxor they saw the great temples of Karnak and Luxor, that of Hatshepsut on the West bank, The Valley of the Kings and much more, before exploring a hidden tomb and finding themselves 4000 years in the past, where they met people who spoke English and the boy Ameny who was about to become King. As they travelled up the Nile with Ameny they realised that they were not the first people to visit from the future. They solved the mystery of a missing boy and witnessed the murder of their travelling companion, Professor Bertie, lucky to escape with their own lives. The story is told by the strange "MyHat". I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing i!.
Thursday, 2 July 2026
Monday, 29 June 2026
Visualisation from 'Myhat in Egypt: Through the Eyes of a God' by Alun Buffry
ALSO AVAILABLE AS FREE A VOICE-READER MP3, FOR THOSE UANABLE OR NOT WANTING TO READ
Saturday, 27 June 2026
INTRODUCING FROM DOT TO CLEOPATRA, A CONCISE HISTORY OF ANCIENT EGYPT BY ALUN BUFFRY
Tuesday, 9 June 2026
Tuesday, 26 May 2026
My favorite short stay holiday destinations
Taking into account my feelings of well-being and contentment, compay, food, sites to see:
Bruges (Belgium)
Verona (Italy)
Dal Lake, Srinagar (Kashmir)
Luxor (Egypt)
Lucerne (Switzerland)
Oporto (Portugal)
Paris (France)
Santiago de Compostella (Spain)
Florence (Italy)
Sighisoura (Romania)
Cesky Crumlov (Czech Republic)
Budapest (Hungary)
Venice (Italy)
Barcelona (Spain)
Puerto de la Cruz (Tenerife)
Haarlem (Holland)
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Sunday, 29 March 2026
Tuesday, 3 March 2026
Extract from Myhat in Egypt Through the Eyes of a God
Myhat in Egypt Through the Eyes of a God
Ana pointed to a worker who was doing something amidst a field of green crop. He was wearing just a loin cloth. It was very hot, much hotter than Ed had expected for quite early in the day. Ed felt overdressed in the djellaba over his jeans and tee-shirt, with me still clinging onto his head.
When they reached the worker, Ana spoke to him in Arabic.
The man shrugged and said something back. He was staring straight at me; I knew that I fascinated him and he wanted me on his head – not that Ed knew, but I would not have minded for a while, just to see through the man's eyes.
“He's saying hello, I think,” Ana said, turning to Ed.
“It's not Arabic though, it's more like Berber, the language they still speak in the desert in Morocco. I didn't know they spoke it here. I'll try and ask him where we are.”
Ana tried a few words and pointed around the place where they stood.”
The man pointed across the river and said “Oo – are – set.”
Ana looked at him and pointed also across the river. She said “Luxor?”
The man shrugged and said “Happy”.
Ana said said something that was not English and smiled. “Temple of Hatshepsut?” she asked.
Another shrug.
“Temple Karnak? Ramasseum?”
No response to that, just a big smile on his face and a small bow.
“Oo – are - set! Oo – are - set!” he said pointing and laughing.
“I don't know those words,” said Ana, “maybe it's somebody's name, like his boss? Or just an oo - are”
“Oh well,” said Ed, “From what I can guess, if we go round the hill we should find the road back to the village or at least see something familiar. It's kind of weird here. It doesn't look at all right. I just can't fathom where we are.”
They bowed slightly to the smiling man and set out to walk around the end of the hill that covered the tombs and tunnels they had passed through. From there, Ed thought, they should be able to see Luxor and the Temple.
In fact they did see a town spread out on the other side of the Nile, quite a large place but it was certainly not Luxor.
There were no big buildings or hotels, no Temple, just what looked like a palace. There were no tourist cruise boats moored there, no feluccas, just small craft, going back and forth across the river. There was no ferry.
Ed was quite stressed out by now, I could tell, and I too was getting concerned that they were lost. Yet this side was not exactly a huge area, just fields between the hills and the river.
It just looked like somewhere completely different, as if they had exited the tunnels many miles up or down stream, somewhere they had never been before. They found no road, saw no trace of human habitation except for the few men working in the fields.
“The phone's still not working,” said Ana, “I think we better go back and find that boulder and get back to Ayman and find out what's going on. Maybe he knows where we are. Maybe he has been here himself.”
They walked back round the hill and scrambled up to find the chalk marks.
As Ed was about to climb through the gap above the boulder with the chalk mark, Ana asked “Is this yours?”
She passed Ed a small lighter which had a picture of the pyramids on. Ed flicked it, but it didn't work. He put it in his pocket anyway. It was a very hot day and I knew that Ed was keen to get back into the cool tunnels.
They quickly climbed back into the tunnel and followed the chalk marks, much faster than it had taken them coming this way, not stopping so much. There were several other tunnels leading off at points, so I sensed Ed was glad he'd marked the way. He had not noticed them all on the way through.
Just about half an hour later, they exited through to the garden in the dilapidated house.
“I'll phone Ayman,” said Ed.
As he looked at his own mobile phone, he said “Well I get a signal but my phone says it's only eight-thirty”
Ana checked her own phone. “Weird, mine too. But it must have been two o'clock at least when we turned back, the sun was really high and I'm sure we were away for longer than that. We've definitely been gone for more than a few hours. It took over an hour to get through to the other end and we were there for at least four hours.”
Ed phoned Ayman and said that they were back but that they had a problem so would like to meet him again later.
Ed and Ana left the garden, covering once again the entrance to the tunnels behind them.
They walked back to the hotel; sure enough it was only late morning.
They had black tea with milk and a late breakfast of corn flakes with milk, eggs and bread and sweet cakes and orange juice. They were both very hungry.
Ed took out some maps of the area and began scrutinising them.
“I can't work this out at all,” he said, “whichever way we went and wherever we came out on the hillside, we ought to have been able to see Luxor and the Temples and we should have found the road. And I don't know why there weren't any boats. There aren't any towns that size for miles”
He decided to walk the short distance from the hotel towards the river. Ana said that she wanted to take a rest so he went alone.
Ed saw everything was as as it should be. There was the river, the ferry and, on the East Bank, he could see the cruise boats and Luxor town along with its Temple and tall lush hotels. Plenty of people about too, as usual, carrying on their daily business, taxies and trucks, donkeys pulling carts.
Puzzled still, he went back to the hotel.
Ana said that Ayman had phoned her to say that Youssef would pick them up at six o'clock.
“I've been thinking about what that guy said. You know when he pointed and said Oo – are - set?
“Well there's nowhere here called that and I asked the manager at reception if he knew anyone called that or any place and he said no. But he said that centuries ago the old place was called Waset even before it was called Thebes.”
“I looked it up and he's right but that was four thousand years ago, in the time of Pharaohs Senusret the First and Amenemhat the Second.”
Ah, another Hat, I thought, maybe an ancestor. Remember dear reader, that I had also heard of a woman Pharaoh called Hatshepsut, who also had a temple built here.
Ana continued: “The books say they were Twelfth dynasty, after Mentuhotep the Second, Eleventh dynasty. They'd had a war with the North which lasted for about fifty years and then many of the Nomes were united. The town was called Waset. Waset was a Goddess.”
“Maybe what we saw was some sort of touristy replica or something, but it must be a huge site. We''ll ask Ayman about it this evening,” said Ed.
“Pretty weird. I'm going to ask Ayman if we can go back; we'll cross the river and find out what's going on,” said Ed.
Friday, 6 February 2026
From Dot to Cleopatra book reached Nigeria
I am pleased that through Books2Africa some of the last copies of my book "From Dot to Cleopatra" original paperback edition have reached happy readers in Nigeria.
This has encouraged me to release a new paperback edition and a hardcover edition both available on Amazon along with the Kindle edition.
Wednesday, 4 February 2026
Hardback Edition of From Dot to Cleopatra
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1919212949
From Dot to Cleopatra is precisely what it says: a hisstory of
ancient Egypt suitable for everyone from the holiday traveller to the
more serious student, it contains a wealth of information including
tables of Gods, Pharoahs and Pyramide as well as a guide to visiting the
ancient sites of modern Egypt.
Publisher's comments:
Alun
Buffry's From Dot to Cleopatra takes out the confusion and presents the
facts and the mystery in a plain-speaking guide which takes the reader
from year dot before the beginning of recorded history to the time of
Cleopatra's death. Thousands of years of Egyptian culture, with special
reference to the pyramids, are recounted in a manner which does not
baffle and assumes no previous knowledge of this history. The author
leads us comfortably through a whole field of fact and theory recorded
by antiquarians, archaeologists, pre-historians, treasure and fame
hunters, even a crank or two! Here are the names, Nomes, Pharaohs, gods,
kings, pyramids, obelisks, sphinxes and mummies, dynasty by dynasty:
here, too, the legends, discoveries and great questions. At home or
visiting Egypt, readers are saved much research as Alun Buffry gets to
the core. He's a scientist, so he doesn't accept things as true unless
they are proved, but he doesn't dismiss a theory because he doesn't
agree with it. He is a fireside fabler and chronicler too, bringing us
to our own conclusions as he tells the oldest stories which, with 'From
Dot to Cleopatra', anyone can follow. This is an up-to-date reference
book which can easily be read in a few days or dipped into for years. It
includes a guides to the monuments and, a bonus for serious
Egyptologists, the author's list of Pharaohs. You'll find plenty of
mystery with the history, enough to share the fascination in Ancient
Egypt which has lured explorers and amazed everyone else for centuries.
Reader's comments: "I was never very interested in Ancient Egypt until I
read "From Dot to Cleopatra", now I am fascinated by it." : Dr Anne
Biezanek "Knowing Alun personally I decided to read his book. I am not a
great reader but this was easy going. Every time I put it down I had to
pick it up again soon, until I finished it. Now I will read it again.
Alun writes as he talks, his humour is always there." : Jane Appleton,
Housewife "We both thoroughly enjoyed From Dot to Cleopatra": Rev Robin
and Rev Adrienne Scott "I can hardly believe how well you managed to
include so much information on such a huge subject in such a small book
in such a readable and presentable fashion." : John Adam, Web Designer.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Introduction
WHEN WAS DOT? FACT, THEORY AND FICTION THE ANCIENT EGYPTIANS GODS AND
GODDESSES DIVINE PLAY TOMBS, PYRAMIDS AND MUMMIES THE GREAT PYRAMID OF
CHEOPS : FACTS A MILLENNIUM AND A HALF MOSES, MAGIC AND WRITING THE
EIGHTEENTH DYNASTY MORE RAMESSES THE LATE PERIOD AND THE GREEKS THE
PTOLEMIES CLEOPATRA, JULIUS AND MARCUS DAILY LIFE IN ANCIENT EGYPT
VISITING THE MONUMENTS GLOSSARY
First published in softback by
Frontier 2000 Publishing, in 1997, the paperback version was so popular
that it has been republished by ABeFree Publishing asa hardcover.
Wednesday, 5 November 2025
New Book: Heads, Hats and Tall Tales, Travels in India, Nepal and Egypt: 3 Books in 1
Memoirs of my travels in India 1972, India, Nepal and Kashmir in
1981 and 1985, and Egypt in 1989, 1990 and 2010, along with a murder
mystery and poems - includes the nitty-gritty from my previous books
"All About My Hat The Hippy Trail 1972", "Back to the East, India, Nepal
and Kashmir", and "Myhat in Egypt Through the Eyes of a God" - all in
one book.
It's a very different world today.
Alun Buffry
was born in Wales in 1950 and studied Chemistry at UEA. In 1972, he
travelled overland to India, with little money or support, becoming ill
in India and spending time in hospitals in Delhi, Kabul and Tehran.
After returning to the UK later that year, he became a follower of Prem
Rawat, then also known as Guru Maharaji, whom he still follows today. In
1991 he spent time in HMP for cannabis offences. After his release he
started writing his books which contain personal accounts of his life
experiences and travels, as well as poetry and science fiction..
In
1999 he co-founded the <a href="http://www.ccguide.org/lca/lca.php"Legalise Cannabis Alliance (LCA)</a> with Jack
Girling, He stood for Parliament in 2001and local council elections in
Norwich As well as many published letters, interviews and speeches, he
spoke in a debate on cannabis legalisation at the Oxford Union and
testified before A Select Committee in Parliament.
His other books are
"From
Dot to Cleopatra", a concise history of Ancient Egypt, "The Effie
Enigma, The Motherless Mothers" (Sci-fi), "Out of Joint, 20 Years of
Campaigning for Cannabis 1991 - 2010", "My Piece of Peace£, "Time for
Cannabis, The Prison Years", Inside my Hat and other Heads" (poetry with
others), "Words of Weed and Wisdom" (poetry with others), "An
Alliance-of Eyes" (poetry with others), "Damage and Humanity in Custody"
with William D Hutchinson, "If Only Suomi" time-travelling romance",
"Legalise and Utilise Commemorative Edition", "Cannabis: Challenging the
Criminal Justice System" with Don Barnard.
<a href="http:/www.buffry.org.uk/abefreepublishing.html">SEE HERE</a>
Sunday, 13 August 2023
Life on the Brim: The Autobiography of a Hat: 3 books in one
Wednesday, 25 January 2023
Thursday, 12 January 2023
Life on the Brim - Travels in India, Egypt and Ancient Egypt - two books in one
Life on the Brim: The Autobiography of a Hat (Paperback)
Two books in one. The adventures of Myhat on the journey to India previously published in “All About My Hat The Hippy Trail 1972” have been described as humorous and educational, whilst “MyHat in Egypt Through the Eyes of a God” takes the reader through modern day tourism in Egypt to fantasy time travel and murder mystery in ancient Egypt.
Now with 360 pages, the reader can enjoy the best of both.
MyHat speaks: “I am a Fedora hat, but no ordinary hat, as I am blessed with the power of observation. I can see and hear through the eyes of the head that I sit on, which enabled me to travel the world and learn.
“These are my memories of my journeys with Al and later with Ed and Ana.
“I first met Al in 1972 in Greece and we travelled on what became known as the Hippy Trail through Turkey, Syria, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan to India, where Al became impoverished and ill. After several stays in hospital we returned to the UK.
“Those were remarkable times, passing through countries and cities that nowadays, in 2022, are often inaccessible and far more dangerous than in the days of drugs and flower-power.
“Later I was passed to a new head, a man called Ed, and was fortunate to visit Egypt with his lady Ana.
“We
saw Cairo and Luxor with their many pyramids, temples and tombs in 1989
and 1990. Once again we visited Luxor in 2010, and travelled 4000 years
into the past where something even more extraordinary happened.
“So these are my tales of love, mystery, history and murder on the Nile.”
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Tuesday, 14 June 2022
Life on the Brim: The Autobiography of a Hat
Two books in one. The adventures of Myhat on the journey to India previously published in “All About My Hat The Hippy Trail 1972” have been described as humorous and educational, whilst “MyHat inEgypt Through the Eyes of a God” took the reader through modern day tourism in Egypt to the fantasy time travel and murder mystery in ancient Egypt.
Now with 360 pages, the reader can enjoy the best of both.
MyHat speaks: “I am a Fedora hat, but no ordinary hat, as I am blessed with the power of observation. I can see and hear through the eyes of the head that I sit on, which enabled me to travel the world and learn.
“These are my memories of my journeys with Al and later with Ed and Ana.
“I first met Al in 1972 in Greece and we travelled on what became known as the Hippy Trail through Turkey, Syria, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan to India, where Al became impoverished and ill. After several stays in hospital we returned to the UK.
“Those were remarkable time,s passing through countries and cities that nowadays, in 2022, are often inaccessible and far more dangerous than in the days of drugs and flower-power.
“Later I was
passed to a new head, a man called Ed, and was fortunate to visit
Egypt with his lady Ana.
“We saw Cairo and
Luxor with their many pyramids, temples and tombs in 1989 and 1990.
Once again we visited Luxor in 2010, and travelled 4000 years into
the past where something even more extraordinary happened.
“So these are my tales of love, mystery, history and murder on the Nile.”
Thursday, 19 December 2019
Tuesday, 10 December 2019
Thursday, 4 October 2018
COMPETITION - WIN A BOOK
Sunday, 19 August 2018
On the Head of Ameny
Taken from Myhat in Egypt: Through the Eyes of a God
A few days later, I had the biggest surprise of life time since I first met Ed. Suddenly, after playing hoops, Ameny asked Ed if he could try me on and if it would be agreeable with Ed to make a similar hat for himself, in the colours white and red, signifying Upper and Lower Egypt. Ed knew that the white crown of Upper Egypt was officially known as the Hedjet, whilst the Red Crown of Lower Egypt was called the Deshret.
After Egypt had been unified, the double crown, red and white, was called the Pschent. That was several hundred years before Ameny and the double crown would be worn by him when he became Pharaoh, as it was by his father Senwosret. Ed was not in the habit of letting others wear me, although I had been on Ana's head and a few others over the years. He could hardly say no to a boy god who was his host, so he took me off, bowed and presented me to Ameny.
What a revelation!
The boy totally believed that he was of divine birth, that he was a god and that he was all powerful. Only his own father was above him in rank. I realised that that Ameny regarded everyone else as inferior, including Ed and Ana, other members of his own family and court, including the many Priests that he regarded with suspicion and as struggling to gain position in his eyes. He had little genuine respect or care for anyone, not even his own family and, as Ameny knew his successors had done, was quite prepared to destroy people's lives and use people for his own purposes. Ameny knew that one day he may have to dispose of his father.
He felt that when he openly worshipped the gods, he was worshipping only wh at he was. Ana's name meant Goddess. Ameny knew that Ed and Ana came to him from a very faraway and mysterious place, a place where huge birds carried people through the skies and people communicated through the air even showing pictures through their mysterious boxes powered by an unseen energy called electricity which was, he had concluded, a great gift from the gods. Ameny saw himself as indestructible: he could do whatever he wanted to or with whoever he wanted, except he could not fly. The head of Ameny was nothing like the head of Ed, or Ana, or any other head that
I been upon. The world view was so different that I became almost lost in it. For the first time in my existence, I understood that it was I that was the superior being. I had a better memory and better understanding of many things than Ed.
If I was to remain on the head of Ameny, I could rule the world.
Tuesday, 29 November 2016
"Myhat in Egypt: Through the Eyes of a God" by Alun Buffry
(more below)
Youssef showed them a rope ladder and how to attach it to pegs in the ground by the tunnel entrance. He told them again to be careful. He said that when they got back out, they should put the rope ladder back and cover the entrance with the door. Then they should phone him and go back to the hotel. He would hide the entrance again later. Ed climbed through the hole in the ground and started to climb down the ladder. It was only a few steps before he knocked me off his head and I went falling down into the darkness. Oh how I wished he'd get some sort of strap to keep me on his head at times like this. Before I knew it, I was alone at the bottom of this horrible place. Ed and Ana may well have been in places like this before, on rope ladders, but I had never enjoyed it when I was there. I remembered the time Al, my previous head, had climbed up the side of a ship that was bobbing up and down in the Mediterranean, the day he had left Antalya in Turkey, on his way, at that time, to Beirut. That was back in 1972. I was on his head, the wind threatening to blow me off into the sea, as Al had climbed from a small fishing boat and ascended the ladder. Al could not swim and, as far as I know, neither can I. Yet he obviously made it to the top. I also remembered Ed descending a ladder near the Great Pyramid twenty years earlier, down into the darkness, not so many steps, and turning back upwards, never to reach the bottom where the tomb was supposed to be. But at that time he had no good source of light, now he had a torch. I had hope.
My hope paid off, for it wasn't long before I sensed Ed was still climbing down the ladder and … standing on me! I was not happy about that, I can tell you. He should learn to be more careful! As he picked me up, dusted me off and put me back on his head, I realised, once again, that Ed was more concerned about Ana than Myhat. Now, with Ana besides him, they headed down the underground corridor. The tunnels were not high enough to walk upright. They did not have the feel of real ancient tunnels, being roughly hewn with wooden roof supports and a lot of rubble with trash on the ground. They were not level either. Of course they were completely dark without the torches. Ed drew arrows on the wall, pointing back the way we had come, as we passed more rough-hewn stone corridors on either side. Ed thought they may have led to tomb chambers, but he and Ana agreed to see how far the main corridor would go, first, seeing the side chambers on the way back. At one point they almost missed a tunnel which went off from a small chamber that they arrived in. There were inscriptions on the walls, some looking very ancient and some with names and modern dates. It was as they looked back behind them that they saw two tunnels going, seemingly, in the same direction. Ed was keen to mark the correct passageway to take on their return. He wondered where the other tunnel would lead but decided to “check that out later” as he said to Ana. They continued along the main corridor until they reached another chamber which was blocked off on all sides; the way they had come was the only way in and out of this chamber. It was blocked by what looked like a large bolder, put there almost deliberately, thought Ed, and on the bolder was an inscription. As the duo shone their torches on the inscription, Ana said that she would try to read what it said. “Something about danger of death from what has gone before... that the great must rise towards the skies but only the Just will prevail. This is Anubis, the jackal-headed god of the dead,” she said. “Look there is Ra, shining upon the king.” “There's not much else here,” said Ed; “let's head back and check out the side-rooms and corridors. We haven't been here even an hour yet,” I guess. “OK,” said Ana, “but first can we just turn off the torches and sit for a while, see what it feels like. I think that inscription could be thousands of years old, judging by the style.”
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