THE ACCIDENTAL ARCHAEOLOGIST
3/6/2003
My year took a trip to Egypt last week. On Monday after we arrived in the airport, we took camels to the camp site. My guitar got lost at baggage claim. We had hotdogs cooked on the campfire for dinner with ketchup and mustard.
On Tuesday morning we went exploring the pyramids. We took a wrong turn and stumbled across a hole in the ground. We stood at the edge, trying to see what was at the bottom. Some horrible person in my year shoved me off the edge. That is when I made my extraordinary discovery. I had fallen into an ancient Pharos’ tomb…
Sinéad
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