I sat on the roof of our hotel to catch the last sunrise.
In the distance, three small triangles stood out in stark contrast to the multitudes of busy markets, chaotic streets and unfinished buildings the people of Cairo call home.
I tried to think back to the start of my trip, driving through the streets after midnight en route to my hotel in Giza. I couldn’t help feel there should be throngs of people lining the street. “If there are 85 million people in Egypt, where are they?” I asked my driver.
Well, after 9 days and as many cities I had well and truly found them.
Nothing can really prepare you for the first time you lay eyes on the Great Pyramids of Giza. As I looked around the bus at the expressions of the 28 strangers I’d share these experiences with, I couldn’t help but feel I already knew them all a little better.
This is why we do this, I thought. This is why we travel.