Yeah. I’ve been to the pyramids. That’s on everybody’s to do list, and I’m going to try not to brag about it. So, let’s see. First, I scrambled around the pyramid of Khafre until the guards sort of yelled. Pyramids are good to climb on. They’re also, frankly, awe-inspiringly imposing Unfortunately certain ****tarded tourists find it cool (or funny, or whatever) to scrawl their names on thousands-of-years-old Egyptian ruins. Cool. Nice handwriting, *******.
Then we went inside Khufu’s pyramid. The one belonging to Khafre (Khufu’s son) is the only pyramid left with any of the famously smooth, gleaming limestone. It was a very long, poky shaft that went up at about a 25° angle, made humid (and probably weathered) by the breath of tourists. Then we got to the burial chamber. Nice and space-y, and a high ceiling too. And because of the shade (strip-lit, naturally) it was cool too.
Then there’s the Sphinx. Large, monolithic and utterly nose-free, the half-lion half-man depicts the chosen form of the god Harmachis (god of the rising sun, I thinx) when he went to destroy the forces of Set the Evil One. Unfortunately, it seems to be decaying internally and a series of dodgy ‘reconstruction’ efforts (hence the shiny new -and tiled, which screws up the fact that it’s carved from a single piece of bedrock- paws) have only sped up the process.
Howzat for a blog post?