I panted heavily as I shifted my weight onto my hands, holding onto the ledge beside me and preparing to drop down yet another few feet along the granite path that seemed to lead down the mounting. Grimacing as I hit the hard rock underneath, my knees buckled halfway, exhausted by the torture they had received over the past 8 hours.
It was the summer of 2007, and a major turning point in my life. In a bewildering start to the year, I had been accepted at the University of Michigan to pursue a Master’s degree in Financial Engineering. Having said goodbye to family and friends, I was en route to a new life. And I had no idea what to expect. Certainly not the events that were about to unfold.
Quite honestly, I never really thought that I’d end up in Egypt. I’ve had the dream to go there for so long that I always thought it would remain that. It wasn’t until 4 days before I flew out, when I walked out of the Egyptian embassy in Riyadh with a visa in hand that it finally hit me. I was going to see the pyramids.