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We spend a day or so exploring the ruins of Karnak but the constant ferocious heat is getting to the Doc. She is not a born desert rat like I am so we catch the train back to Cairo,
In Cairo, we visit the pyramids again in the company of young VSO couple we meet at our pension hotel-- for another daytime visit.
Guides and guards swarm at the entrance hole into the Great Pyramid but somehow we manage to sneak by them and enter the mysterious tunnels and chambers all by ourselves.
Dim electric light bulbs hanging from open wires here and there provide a little light but the place is spooky enough for anyone. It is very old. Even the polished granite in the steep main corridor shows signs of wear. The high vault for sciences forgotten and the giant slide for equipment unknown stand empty, of course, as they were when the entrance was forced.
Wandering further into the pyramid, we find and climb a modern catwalk installed for tourists, then pass through a hole punched through a solid stone seal and emerge into a rectangular “time capsule”: the “King’s Chamber”.
I think: “it is older than I remember”, but know logically, of course, that I can have no memory at all of this place except in my imagination.
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