It’s a Small World

We’ll just flex on all these peasants.

-Avery

Standing at Giza Main Entrance, our hectic security entourage around us, we felt a tiny bit conspicuous. While a few other groups have one or two suit-coats along, we seem to be the only one with suit-coats, police and plainclothes. Tapping our inner VIP, we tried to be cool about it. The suit-coats are very nice and pleasant. Funny even at times. The police are all business and the plainclothes are, frankly, greasy.

Eventually, with much herding and to-ing and fro-ing we entered the Giza plaza via our own special VIP route, which evoked the above comment from Avery. Totally cracked me up. Embrace what you can’t change!

I’m not here to write about the pyramids, cause they’re just a small side dish to this gong show we’re running. Our goal is home. Our goal is to leave without getting too mad at security. Our goal is to stay healthy.

On the plus side, traffic is always stopped so we can cross streets. Beggars and hawkers can’t get within 5 feet of us, and I certainly got a fantastic price on drinks when my body guard informed the shopkeeper what the total was.

We toured more, but everywhere we went we attracted a flux of security, and when three more honed in on one of our kids, claiming he had just snapped a picture of a mummy, I was very depressed. He didn’t even have a phone! We told them they could search him, but no, they just floated around, jabbering into their walkie talkies and eventually said ok, it was fine. Egypt, you have lost the teeny bit of charm you had left for me.

But get this! The first of us are at the airport, and the rest of us head there in 3.5 hours. Is that exciting or what?!