He woke me at 7:16. I dressed, went downstairs to take out money. The buildings were all about eight stories high and covered in a layer of grime. This was Africa. I felt nervous, not really wanting to be seen. The few people on the street looked at me with wonder. There was tension everywhere,… Continue reading Why I Went to Egypt Pt. 3 (The Stately Pyramids)
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