When I was little, probably 7 or 8, I really wanted to be an archaeologist and explore pyramids so my Grandma took me to a Pharoah exhibit at the museum and I'll never forget how cool it was. While we were at the real pyramids we went inside one and it turned out to be much less exciting than we had anticipated...I must say that I'm extremely thankful I didn't actually choose archaeology as my profession, although I'm very grateful for my family always supporting me no matter what kind of crazy thing I wanted to be when I grew up.
Here I am standing on a pyramid. They don't let you climb just as high as you want, however they will let you stand on it.
The infamous 'they' who won't let you climb...I like to call them the pyramid police. They all ride camels, although I'm not sure if that's for practical reasons or for the tourists. Oh yeah, notice the city behind him? That's actually Cairo. I always pictured the pyramids being in the middle of the desert. Turns out, they're remarkably close to the city...my friends can see them from their balcony.
There's not much else you can say about the pyramids except they're big.
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