The pyramids were cooler than anything any travel guide ever wrote about 'em. Peeps, if you ever get the money, go see the pyramids. Don't read about 'em, don't look at pictures, don't wish you could go, just go. There's nothing like being overshadowed by two hundred tons of bricks shaped into near mathematical perfection. Tight!
Picked up another decoration for the only goddess that matters in this desert; Cleopatra. We visited about three museums today, and all of 'em sang her praises. Well, not to her, to the original Cleopatra, but hey, Cleo was still thrilled to learn more about her namesake, last legit Pharaoh of Egypt. Found a few strings of beads to hang on that gorgeous neck and she went bonkers. Men, jewelry works, and Egyptian gift shops are the bomb.
Our second day ended, and we pulled back to our respective hotel rooms. She popped over to mine to play Wii with me for a bit, but she was zonked. Ended up crashing on my bed. I tucked her in and slipped over to her room. I could tell Cleo had been making it hers, she'd brought her own bedding, dishware, and pillows. Gotta love the woman. Tomorrow's our last day, then we fly back. To all my fans, happy trails and good night. I'm hitting the hay--excuse me, the river reeds--in a few.
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