Realising that you can't legally climb the biggest Giza Pyramid, made me put climb a pyramid on my Bucket List. My best friend speaks Egyptian Arabic almost fluently, and he likes trouble as much as I do. Maybe even a bit more. We've gate crashed an oil billionaire party and spent a week on an off-limits deserted island together, to name some of our most recent adventures. Going to Egypt with that bad boy, would definitely mean trouble.
Bribing a couple of guards and go watching a starry sky from the top of the worlds biggest pyramid, would be an obvious sort of trouble to get into. So I didn't really think about climbing a Mayan ruin, or an Aztec for that matter. Actually, I climbed the New Worlds largest pyramid, mass wise, without even thinking about it. Mostly because it looks a lot like a hill with a cute little church on top. Comes to show that the Spaniards, as per costum, chose to be dicks about it, and planted one of their silly Christian temples, on top of the natives biggest one. That being said, I wouldn't have counted an underground pyramid any more than I would count one of the tiny ruins I also climbed ahead of going to The Pyramid of the Sun.
When I got there, I was absolutely blown away, the place is vast. As my partner pointed out, "the Aztecs had some style in the way they used slavery to build something impressive, other fascist bastards could learn something from that". Other than that, the Aztecs had a sense for naming shit, most wellreflected in the name of the main street in the giant complex, that used to house some 200.000 Aztecs. It was called "Avenue of the Dead". At the end of the avenue, they placed a discreete tiny pyramid, it's called Pyramid of the Moon, because it is tiny and insignificant, just like the moon. Other planets have such cool moons, what have we done to deserve a moon only werewolves and needy oceans seems to appreciate?
Anyway, on the side of Avenue of the Dead, they placed a nice little puddle of rocks meassuring only 75 meters in height, about ninethousand feet (ha! do your own conversions, Metric System ignorant!). It is a truly majestic sight, you can easily imagine how messages yelled out from up there, must have seemed like absolute truths. I also found it very easy to imagine how the big shot shouting from up there, could make me believe he was the Sun God, God King or Son of God (woops, wrong religion, you get the idea).
Obviously, the obesity of the American and Mexican turists struggling for their next breath as they fought a combination of the mercilessly steep stairs and the consequence of bad insuline system or worse food choices or both, made the view a bit less majestic. But I tried to ignore the screaming colours of the horrendous Mexican fashion and focus on the beauty underneath that spectacle.
I was one big smile most of the day, both out of pure fascination of man's capabilities, but also with being this close to reaching a goal. Normally I'm more into the whole process of getting there, reaching the goal often just becomes a technicality for me. I hope an experience like this, will help me get further towards my goal of becoming a finisher.
Climbing the stairs up, my thighs were having a party with doing what they were made for - carrying me places. I couldn't believe the sight that met me every time I turned around when we reached a new level. Watching a pyramid ruin complex from above, is not something to mess around with. At the top, we celebrated with sandwiches (granted, maybe not the best food choice around, but the egg torta with extra cheese and chipotle is delicious) and taking goofy pictures of ourselves pretending to meditate or holding the Pyramid of the Moon in the hand.
When was the last time you reached a big goal for you?
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