Name me a better feeling…

…than the one you get from galloping a huge black Arabian out into the desert with the sun at your back, the magnificent beast straining against your chapped leather reinwork and sweat flying off you both…

…and then wrangling it around 180 and racing back, this time with the Great Pyramid itself as your sightline, isoceles of an Old Dead Male standing proud of the feminine dunes.

I saw Sakkara today too, but somehow even the ‘prototype’ stepped pyramid of Djoser – the pyramids the Egyptians built before they got good at them – can’t compare to the horse thing.

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