Wow, I made it to the Great Pyramids. Here’s the story. When I was a boy, maybe 31 years ago, my grandmother came to visit. We thought she was mean. She was definitely scary because she was a heavy breather like Darth Vader without the mask. I mean no disrespect! It’s just an observation. Anyway she had just come from a trip to Egypt…
I recall how it evoked some sense of the exotic but that was a long time ago. I remember breaking the legs off one of the hand carved camels she gave me within minutes of receiving it. My mom was furious and scolded me with her scary eyes bouncing around in their sockets. Yikes! But Grandma just laughed. I was in awe, I thought for sure Grandma would tell me it was a sin. Everything else was a sin. But standing here on this day I thought back on her visit. She was so relaxed and told us about King Tut and riding camels. I remember liking the visit and deciding I would go to Egypt one day. I can’t help but wonder if it was these first stories I had heard of a foreign land that fueled my world travel ambitions. I mean, first stories besides Canada. Oh dang, everybody doin it! The boy who took these shots asked for no money. I offered him about the equivalent of one USD for taking the series. He smiled, took it, hugged me, and told me thank you and that I did not have to do it. MUAH
It was actually a pretty rough day out there. People and camels were starving and begging me to buy something, anything. Perspective.
We are not going to offer trips to Egypt anytime soon, unfortunately.