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The pyramid has undoubtedly served as Egypt's most recognizable symbol throughout its history. The pyramid-shaped masonry constructions are among the most popular tourist destinations in Egypt because they are iconic and important to Egyptian culture. Currently, more than 100 pyramids have been found in Egypt, the majority of which date to the Old Kingdom and Middle Kingdom eras of Egyptian history.
The largest and most well-known of the Egyptian pyramids may be seen in Giza, which is not far from Cairo, the nation's capital. However, there are other locations where you can see ancient pyramids outside the Giza Plateau. Egypt is home to many of these historic buildings, and many tourists make it a point to see as many as they can while they are there.
Take a closer look at some of Egypt's lesser-known, yet no less spectacular, pyramids in addition to the Great Sphinx and the Pyramid of Khufu, which the majority of tourists will photograph while in the nation.
1. Pyramid of Khufu
The Pyramid of Khufu is the only one of the Seven Ancient Wonders of the World that is still standing. The Pyramid of Khufu, which is situated in the heart of Giza, also happens to be the biggest pyramid in Egypt. The building is also known as the Pyramid of Cheops and the Great Pyramid of Giza. According to historians, the Pyramid of Khufu was constructed about 2560 BC, and it is estimated that it took 10 to 20 years to complete.
Khufu, an Egyptian pharaoh from the Fourth Dynasty, is thought to have had his tomb there, which is why the pyramid was given that name. Hemiunu, vizier to Khufu, is credited with designing the amazing pyramid system. Limestone, granite, and mortar were the main building materials, and more than two million blocks had to be hauled from nearby quarries. The Pyramid of Khufu is currently 139 metres (455 feet) tall, although erosion means that it may actually be shorter now than when it was first built.
2. Pyramid of Khafre
The Pyramid of Khafre is situated next to the Pyramid of Khafu. Even though the Pyramid of Khafre is a little bit smaller, it is frequently referred to as the Khafu's sister building. The Pyramid of Khafre, which was built around 2570 BC, just a decade after Khafu, belonged to the Fourth Egyptian Dynasty. But the Pharaoh Khafre, also known as Chefren in history books, was intended to have his final resting place at the Pyramid of Khafre.
Although the Pyramid of Khafre is really smaller than the Pyramid of Khafu, at first impression it appears to be larger. That's because Khafre has steeper sides and a more pointed top because it is built on bedrock, giving it a significant height advantage. The building of the Pyramid of Khafre is a testament to the amazing engineering and design skills of the ancient Egyptians, especially when it comes to selecting limestone pieces that ensure structural stability. The stones of the Pyramid of Khafre are larger at the base and becoming smaller as it gets closer to the top.
3. Red Pyramid
Dahshur is home to the Red Pyramid, sometimes referred as as the North Pyramid. The red limestone used in building it gave it its name. The Red Pyramid has the largest base of any pyramid in Egypt, second only to the Great Pyramid of Khufu at Giza. However, with its sides sloping at 43 degrees it is significantly shorter at 104 meters (341 feet). It is currently Egypt's third-largest and fourth-highest pyramid. It was the first successful real, smooth-sided pyramid constructed in Egypt, even though it was no longer the largest. It also introduced the widely recognized Giza style of pyramids.
4. Bent Pyramid
Dahshur is Egypt's third-most important pyramid field in terms of history, behind Giza and Saqqara. The Bent Pyramid, located in the centre of Dahshur, was constructed around 2600 BC under the rule of Pharaoh Sneferu of the Old Kingdom. Thanks to how it was built, the Bent Pyramid got its name. The building's upper section angles more toward 43 degrees than its base, which rises up from the desert floor at a 54-degree inclination. The pyramid consequently seems virtually twisted, or tilted over to one side. The pyramid's official name is the Southern Shining Pyramid, also known as the Pyramid of Sneferu.
5. Step Pyramid of Djoser
A region named Saqqara, which is only 25 kilometres (15 miles) south of Cairo, has a pyramid field that is home to some of the earliest pyramids in Egyptian history. The Step Pyramid of Djoser is one of the most notable, usually regarded as the earliest cut-stone building in the world and serving as a vital landmark for Egyptology, archaeologists, and architects alike. Imhotep, the vizier of Pharaoh Djoser, began building the Step Pyramid of Djoser during the Third Dynasty, and it was finished about the 27th century BC.
6. Pyramid of Menkaure
The Pyramid of Khufu, the Pyramid of Khafre, and the Pyramid of Menkaure are the three main monuments that are usually mentioned when someone mentions the Pyramids of Giza. The Pyramid of Menkaure is by far the smallest of the three. However, it plays a significant role in Giza's design, and if you're in the vicinity, it's definitely worth a trip.
7- Pyramid of Hawara
The Pyramid of Hawara, built by Amenmehat III, the sixth Pharaoh of the 12th Dynasty, is located three hours' drive south of Cairo. The Pyramid of Hawara was built, according to historians, in 1850 BC, making it roughly 3,865 years old now. Because it appears far darker than other Egyptian pyramids from the same era, the Pyramid of Hawara is frequently referred to as the Black Pyramid. The pyramid's dark colour is a result of its construction from brick stones and limestone covering.
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missing fencing worlds so have this (set in a slightly different version of my regular fencing au but everyone's weapons are still the same)
Joe makes it to the final.
He beats the standing world champion 13-15, after a video review called by the Hungarian team – and they'd both been holding their breath as they waited for the result, Joe's heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest – didn't succeed in getting the referee to award his opponent the point instead, and Joe makes it to the final. He's never made it this far before. Nobody on his team has made it this far in years. His hands are still shaking while he watches the bronze medal match, Hungary just narrowly beating Japan for the bronze.
When he checks his phone, there's a text waiting from Andy. Italy pulled silver in team. We saw the semi-final. You got this, Joe.
And from Nicky, simply: In bocca al lupo.
Joe doesn't get a chance to respond before his coach calls him over, and he turns his phone off and sets it aside.
He's not sure he fully believes what's happening – he's in a World Championships final – until he's walking back onto the piste, new sword in hand, trying to get himself back under control. He's already come incredibly far just to be here, as his coach reminds him before the match starts. All he has to do now is his best.
The first two points go to his opponent: French, currently ranked second in the world to Joe's 16th, a nice enough guy on the few occasions Joe's had to meet him. One of them is simply skill, the other is an oversight on Joe's part, and when the bout resumes Joe grits his teeth and forces himself to concentrate. It's nothing he hasn't done before in training. He can do this.
The next point is his, a neat hit to his opponent's wrist just as the other is starting to attack. Joe dodges away before his opponent's hit can land and the referee calls halt. He gets two more, then loses one, then manages another at the very end, a point that initially goes to his opponent but is turned over when Joe's coach calls for a video review and wins. She's got a sharp eye for that kind of thing. The first round ends 4-5 in Joe's favour.
The break isn't long enough for him to do more than have a quick drink and talk briefly to his coach, but when he looks over at the area where the rest of his team is watching, Nicky is there too. He's out of his kit by now, wearing a plain black hoodie and jeans instead of his team jacket. He catches Joe's eye right before the minute is up and offers him a small, reassuring smile.
(The rest of the team have never really asked about what Nicky is to Joe, and Joe's never volunteered the information, even if he's fairly sure most of them have caught on. None of them have ever showed any overt approval or disapproval – it's just something they don't discuss – but the fact that they're letting Nicky sit with them now is a show of support that makes him feel… he's not quite sure, yet, and he doesn’t have the time now to think about it.)
The start of the second round is better for him, at least, and he gets three points up in the first 30 seconds, all three just slightly too quick for his opponent to catch him in time. It's his main strength, and he knows it. But then his opponent gets one, and it breaks Joe's rhythm enough for him to lose another, and another, and another. He manages to get four in the end, but loses the round 4-6. It could be worse. It could be much worse.
"Don't lose your head, Joe," his coach tells him during the second break. "This is just another bout, understand? You can do this." He nods, once, and his coach claps him on the back. "Get out there and finish this."
Joe changes sword for the last round, so they have to re-test. His heart is racing, enough that he has to take slow, measured breaths in an attempt to settle it down. His coach is right: this is nothing he hasn't done a thousand times before. If he doesn't think about the stakes, this could be any other bout.
They're at 10 to 9 going into the last round, which is much better than Joe had ever dreamed of doing. As long as he stays he's focused, he has a chance, and that's what he thinks about as he pulls his mask on and steadies himself.
He starts by feinting an attack to the head and dropping his blade at the last second to hit his opponent's flank instead, which evens out the score, at least. The second goes to his opponent, Joe's parry coming just too late to block the attack. But then he gets the next two, and he's in the lead.
On the fourth point, they both hit: Joe's certain it's his, but the referee awards it to his opponent instead. His coach calls for a video review that doesn't change anything.
The fight goes on until they're both at 14 points in total. Whoever gets the next one will win, and Joe – Joe can do this.
He starts out fast, careful to make sure he is the one with the right of way going into the attack, and his opponent lunges but Joe steps back just enough that the sword misses and then he ripostes before his opponent can recover, and the light goes off, and the referee calls it, and the bout is over, and Joe wins.
Behind him, the rest of his team is cheering; the stands are, too, more people than he's ever fenced in front of before. He's certain he's shaking all over as he takes his mask off, as he fumbles with his bodywire and has to try three times to get the damn thing unplugged – his opponent is still standing there as if in shock – eventually his coach comes over to the piste to help him with the wire and set his sword to one side before she embraces him, saying something he can't quite make out over the roar of the stands, and then the rest of his team are surrounding him, all speaking at once, all clapping him on the back and hugging him and laughing, and he's certain there are tears in his eyes.
Then Nicky's there, too, hugging him tight and laughing. "World champion, Joe!" he half-shouts just to be heard, and Joe's half laughing, half crying as Nicky sways them both back and forth. When Nicky pulls back, he cups the back of Joe's neck, and Joe wants to kiss him so badly he aches but he can't, not here with all these people watching, with the cameras that are almost certainly still focused on him, because he won – so Nicky pulls him back in again, kisses his cheek before stepping away completely but staying close.
Then Joe has to go so they can set up the stadium for the medal ceremony, goes from the chaos of the main stadium to the quiet of the changing room, where the rest of the team congratulate him again before leaving him to take a moment to himself before the medal ceremony.
Alone, in the changing room, Joe calls his mother.
She picks up on the second ring. "Yusuf!" she cries excitedly, and Joe smiles even though she can't see it.
"Mama," he says, voice shaking just a bit. "Did you see?"
"I saw, I saw," his mother says. "I'm so proud of you, habibi."
Joe almost starts crying in earnest at that, manages to hold it back just enough to be able to speak. They don't talk for long – Joe is called back out for the medal ceremony a few minutes later – but his mother makes him promise to call again soon, when they can talk properly.
Joe does cry at the medal ceremony, unable to properly hold it in anymore, must look like a mess when the national anthem starts, manages to just about compose himself enough for the picture they take of him with his medal and his Champion du Monde certificate which he barely manages to hold still, his hands are shaking so badly. The team surrounds him again after the picture, all talking over him too quickly for him to process what they're saying, but they let him go after a little while with a promise to celebrate properly tomorrow, when the tournament ends.
He stops off at his hotel room just long enough to shower and change and check his phone (just a text from Nicky, reading We're at Andy's – see you soon.) He leaves the certificate but takes the medal with him, knows they'll all want to see it. Andy's team is on the floor above his, so it doesn't take long before he's outside the door.
Nicky is the one who lets him in before Joe's even had a chance to finish knocking, grins at him widely and tugs him inside by the hand, kicks the door shut behind him. Before Joe even has a chance to speak, Nicky presses him back against the door and kisses him the way he hadn't been able to earlier, long and slow like they've got all the time in the world, one hand cupping Joe's jaw to keep him steady, the other slipping under Joe's shirt to rest on the small of his back. Joe melts into it, looping his arms around Nicky's neck, and it feels like forever they stand there and at the same time it's barely a heartbeat before Nicky pulls back but doesn't, letting Joe rest his head on Nicky's shoulder instead. He doesn't say a word when Joe starts crying again, just strokes his hand over Joe's curls, kisses his temple and holds him tight.
"I told you you could do it, didn't I?" Nicky murmurs. "You owe me, now."
It's true – he'd bet Joe when they both arrived in Cairo that this would be his year, finally. Joe laughs, and it comes out sounding a little like a sob.
Evidently, the grace period afforded to them by the others ends then, because Nile appears in the doorway to the rest of the suite and nudges Nicky out of the way before hugging him so tight he almost can't breathe. "That was incredible, Joe!"
"Thank you, thank you," Joe says, laughing. Nicky watches them both with a soft, fond smile as Nile pulls back and leads him by the hand into the suite's sitting room where the others are waiting: Quynh and Andy in one of the armchairs, Quynh perched on the armrest with Andy's arm around her waist keeping her steady; Booker on the other with Lykon sitting in the middle of the floor. Joe takes the couch amid the excited chattering of the others, and Nicky sits down beside him, lifting his arm to let Joe curl into his side without being asked. Nile sits on Joe's other side, resting her legs against his.
"We saw the whole thing," Quynh says. "That last point was beautiful, Joe." Andy nods her agreement, and Nicky squeezes Joe's hand. Joe's grinning so wide it hurts.
"Show us the medal, then," Nile says. Joe obliges.
It's Nile's second Worlds, this year: she's the newest addition to their group, having narrowly beaten Andy for the silver medal after making it onto the US team for winning the college league. She's one of the favourites to win in women's individual foil, even above Andy, and they'll all be rooting for her tomorrow. The US team's already taken bronze in the team competition, losing against Andy's team to make it to the final. She's doing well this year.
"We knew you could do it," Lykon said. "France didn't have a chance. No offence, Book."
"None taken," Booker says good-naturedly, but immediately negates it by adding, "We'll beat you tomorrow anyway."
"Like hell you will," Lykon says. "I already beat you once, old man, I'll do it again."
"And that's tomorrow's problem," Andy announces loudly to cut off any arguments before they get going. "Tonight is for Joe, you two."
Joe loves them all so, so much. Andy produces a bottle of sparkling grape juice from the suite's minifridge, because they don't drink alcohol in the group anymore, both for Joe's sake and especially since Booker's return. She pours it out into the shitty plastic champagne flutes from the pack she'd brought with her when they arrived, anticipating this very scenario, and hands each one of them a glass.
"To the new world champion, then," she says then, smiling as she lifts her glass. "We're proud of you, Joe."
Joe doesn't trust himself to speak, so he just smiles as the rest of them echo her before they drink. After, Nicky kisses the top of his head, whispers, "I love you," quiet enough that the others can't quite hear, already bickering about one thing or another, and in that moment Joe is the happiest he's ever been.
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so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.
and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.
...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.
see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.
while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.
especially if the president of the united states is on board.
yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.
and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."
but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.
...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.
not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.
yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.
but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire
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