Diary entry April/11/1996, Cairo, Egypt: 20 years ago today I stood atop the Great Pyramid of Giza (Pyramid of Cheops) with one of my buddy, Mark Jackson from Australia. It was 2 a.m. This is the largest ancient pyramid in the World and stands at 138.8 meters (455 ft). We had been in Egypt for a month or so and decided to climb the pyramids with two English blokes that we met in Dahab. Joe and Turner were on their way to India and were apparently on “the run” from the English authorities for skipping bail on a minor drug charge. Sharp and astute fellows though and fun to be around. Anyway, the four of us took a taxi from our hostel on Souk Al Twafik and told the driver to drop us at the Muslim Cemetery at the Giza Plateau. We proposed to sneak in from there. The taxi dropped us at the wrong location and we were approached by a con-artst (who was actually just a camel owner) who wanted some money. Before I knew it, Joe and Turner gave him £20 Egyptian ($6 at the time) each but he wanted £40. We all paid him after he told us to walk up to the pyramid where his friend would get us to the top. This was a set up. Mark, Joe and Turner were about 50m in front of me when they were stopped by a real guard. I hid behind the corner of the pyramid and watched another bribed transaction. They ended up giving him another £30 Egyptian pounds each. When the guard walked away, I caught up with the group who had already started climbing up the 45ª+ slope on the side of the pyramid. This was not the right way and indeed the most dangerous because a slip and fall at this angle could prove deadly. Loose sandstone was falling everywhere. I started climbing and about a 3rd of the way up Joe and Turner sketched out and climbed back down. Mark and I maneuvered our way to the corner and started to easily climb the giant sandstone blocks. This was the safest way to climb these monstrous structures and we were safe from falling down the sides. Finally getting to the top was a marked period in my life and seeing carved graffiti that was hundreds of years old, some from Napoleons men was incredible. The view of the city lights of Cairo to the east and the desert sands to the west was magical. A night I will never forget.