The low point in Egypt

I’m slouching over my laptop in a hostel in Cairo, having just experienced the worst moment in this entire trip.

A few days ago, you’ll remember, I was vomiting into a toilet at 3:30 in the morning. I thought that was my low point. Turns out, that wasn’t so bad. I didn’t stay sick the whole time.

Back on the fifth day of this trip through Egypt, I transferred the previous five days worth of photos onto my computer. My camera’s memory card was running out of space. After deleting some photos off the card, I could take hundreds more.

I’m slouching over my laptop in a hostel in Cairo, having just experienced the worst moment in this entire trip. Since it’s the last day, I figured I’d check out the photos I took. I have a folder from the first day, a folder from the second day, a folder from the third day, a folder from the fourth day, and a folder from the fifth day, all copied directly from my camera.

The first folder has photos from the flight over, the food on the plane, the drive to the hostel. The second folder got all the running around Cairo that first full day: the museum, the shots from the roof of the hostel, the places we ate. And then the third folder, well, that was the pyramid day.

I took photos of myself in front of the red pyramid. My friends took photos of me climbing the bent pyramid. One friend recorded a video of us riding a camel out to the step pyramid. And I did one walking through the temple at Giza before opening out to see the great pyramids with the Sphinx on the left and the sun setting on the right. I took dozens and dozens of photos of my friends with these monuments too, acting ridiculous, staring in awe, and generally enjoying the experience.

I thought I had close to 400 photos from that day alone. But when I clicked the folder to look through some of them, the prompt said the folder was empty, only that folder, and I have no idea why.

I’m slouching over my laptop in a hostel in Cairo, having just experienced the worst moment in this entire trip. I lost all the photos and videos I took at the pyramids. Forever. No salvaging them from the recycling bin.

“This is how a heart breaks.”

Well, on the upside, how many people can say they visited the pyramids and lost every, single one of the nearly 400 photos they took?