Day 130

So here I am, outside of the Egyptian Museum in Cairo. Educational place. Sort of. It's a big, sprawling complex, packed to the rafters with... well, with "stuff." Really, for the casual visitor it's all a little random, with few information panels to explain the myriad of statues, gold ware, jewelery, tomb contents, carvings, potteries and knick-knacks that are on display. That said, the King Tut exhibition is quite nice and well explained and the centerpiece of the ground floor, two larger than life stone statues of some Pharaoh and his queen are rather stunning - they seem to hold court over the shambolic proceedings of the museum floor.

Lot of beautiful women here. Sort of. Like, they've got big breasts and lots of cleavage and short-shorts. And they speak with silly English accents. It's all sort of "chav," I guess you could say. Err... it's been awhile. I, uhm, got to Manali some weeks ago (months?) and upon seeing all the silly young hippies I proclaimed to S my love of white girls with big breasts. But upon seeing this? Uh... maybe I'll reconsider that proclamation...