The next doodle in the book shows the sphinx (albeit lacking a head) and a pyramid. It reminded me of my visit to the pyramids. We could see them easily from where we were camped but of course if you are in Egypt you simply have to visit them properly. The entry fee to the site, of about twenty Egyptian pounds (around four pounds sterling) was, we thought, very reasonable. That was before we realised just how much more there was to pay.
Milking the Cash Camel
The pyramids are something every tourist has to see
So it's natural that they'd charge a modest entry fee
And the museum on the site has a kiosk at the door
Where, if you wish to see the relics, you must pay a little more.
Each of the mighty pyramids charges separately of course
But you really want to see them so you pay without remorse.
They then point at your camera and tell you with a sigh
That, just for you to carry it, more charges will apply
And should you wish to use it, then that will be still more
And by now you start to notice how quickly costs can soar.
Outside in the desert, as you sit and mop your brow,
The less official salesmen sneak up on you, somehow,
Offering, for a price, their services as guides
Or for those a little wealthier, horse and camel rides.
As your cash supply diminishes, your enthusiasm shrinks
And you think you see a smile on the features of the sphinx.
Well he might be smiling, for, though not exactly bilked,
The cash camel that is you has been well and truly milked.
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