As I stood in front of the three Giza Pyramids and admired their structures, I felt so small by their presences. Having been built more than 4,600 years ago, here I was within a few minutes of entering the biggest and oldest one of them, the Great Pyramid of Khufu which was built over a twenty-year period by 20,000 to 30,000 workmen.
Access being limited to 300 people per day: 150 starting at 8:00am, and a further 150 starting at 1:00pm, having my heart set on going inside, this was the reason why this early in the morning I was the first one in line with Michel purchasing our tickets. How did I felt? Extremely excited!
Making my way up Khufu's pyramid by climbing the exterior huge stones, I thought about all the people who so many centuries ago built this masterpiece of a monument. That I was walking on stones that were cut and placed together by hands of labor. Who were these people? What were they thinking of when each stone, one after another, was placed together like a huge zigzag puzzle?
Without knowing it, these people were building one of the famous ancient Seven Wonders of the World that would survive time and to this day, capture the imagination of travelers, scientists or anyone alike that would have the good fortune to admire them first-hand. Just touching the pyramids sent me goose bumps as the energy and vibe could still be felt through them. Well, for me anyway!
Climbing the stones to the entrance of Khufu's pyramid was an easy task even though gigantic steps had to be taken. No cameras were allowed inside. I felt naked without it.
Looking down the long narrow tunnel, air shafts as they called them that must have been four feet high by three feet wide and at a seven o'clock angle, bending down, I proceeded to follow Michel while holding at the same time the handrails on each side of the stone walls. The temperature inside the pyramid was comfortable due to the early morning hour and the visibility fine due to the small fluorescent lights installed here and there.
After a good ten minutes descent, the tunnel's angle changed going upwards at a ten o'clock angle. Being early in the morning, we had the advantage of beating the crowd which allowed us to walk at our very own pace and admire at the same time our surroundings. Wood planks were on the floor helping us to walk upwards but still in a bent position.
The air quality, while getting poorer, was still manageable. No sound could be heard except ours. At no time did I felt claustrophobic but just knowing that I was almost in the middle of this huge pyramid, that over 2 million blocks of stones weighing at least 2.5 tons each, were above me, it felt scary and weird at the same time. Now wasn't the time for an earthquake, I told myself.
After almost ten minutes, I stood up. I was finally in the middle of the pyramid. I was in the King's burial chamber; I was where Khufu was buried 4,600 years ago. How does one feel? As a start, I felt extremely proud of myself for having adventured inside the pyramid and ecstatic for just standing in the middle of it and seeing with my very own eyes and touching with my very own hands the inside walls. No words can describe the exact feeling of it as I was quite overwhelmed.
As I scrutinized the inside chamber, the visibility was low but I could still see the dark grey coloured stones and a faint odor could be smelled in the air. The room was empty; nothing was here except my presence and Michel's.
After I had my very own five minutes of glory inside Giza's biggest pyramid on this January 27, 2010, at 8:30am, I left the premises with a great feeling of accomplishment.
Thankful for having stood inside one of the greatest wonders of the world, the Great Pyramid of Khufu!