GIZA, EGYPT.

Standing above the cream dunes of the Sahara Desert are the tall triangle tombs. They have survived better than most of the other, more ‘modern’, human achievements. Through dust coats the once smooth stones, and the corners aren’t as sharp as they should be, they still are sturdy and awe-inspiring. With time the sand has once again forbidden entrance into these magnificent structures, but with some patience one could dig through once again. Like a skin cratered with imperfections the pyramids no longer have their smooth, limestone coating, only a layer of exposed rough under rock. The Nile zigzags just beyond the ancient Egyptian tombs, like a snake curling into the sands. Only equines who are light on foot and able to stand the sun’s terrible rage come here, for the desert isn’t picky about it’s victims.