Climbing the Cheops Pyramid

I must have been out of my mind. How does someone go from being a couch potato, to a mountain climber? I have no idea, but I did it. Our tour leader told us you can’t visit the Pyramids without climbing to the top inside rooms.

I thought it wouldn’t be too bad. Wrong! It turned out to be steep, slippery ancient steps in a dark sauna. I was scared to death but big boobs help soften the blow. Without Eliot and Steve holding me on either side (the boobs), I wouldn’t have made it.

Photos by Steve.

If that was not tough enough, riding a camel on rocks, in the dessert, really made by heart beat more than three times as fast as it normally does. I’m glad I did it, and I’m glad it’s over.

Amen.

Once in Morocco, and now in Egypt. Heart beat to 189. Only for a DigiDame post