Regular contributor Mac had some thoughts…

On my trip to Egypt the guide said we could ride a camel but first we had to go inside the Cheops Pyramid the largest one. There are something like two million three hundred and three blocks each weighing two and one half tons. When inside all I could think of what if two million three hundred and three blocks come tumbling down on me in twenty seconds. Outside the guide told us how much to pay the camel driver and how much to tip. But the driver kept pulling at my leg asking for more money.

I was too busy pretending I was Lowell Thomas the explorer on my camel and ignored him as I gazed off over the desert. He finally got mad at me for “not listening” and dropped the reins – for one mad moment I thought he was going to kick the camel and send us both careening across the desert. As I got off “Coca Cola” both the driver and the camel spat on me. Maybe it was just the camel…but I guess he did not like Lowell Thomas. The driver when he found out I was American had told me my camel’s name was Coca Cola. I later heard him tell a Canadian that the same camel’s name was Canadian Club !

Mac goes on to reveal that “I will be 84 next month and because of health problems about the only travelling I do now is to the bathroom several times a night. I enjoy reading of others travel adventures however.”

Feel free to reach Mac at macsan400@yahoo.com with any stories…