Moscovian Mister Marat ambitions to ape American he sees pulling off feet on Facebook. Mister Marat’s internet diary tells he is always open to dating, easygoing and happy to frenzhu people. I accredit him very attracting top pranking officer. Mister Marat I have statute of liberty to translate blog adjectively for you. 

MM: I was still in Moscow started all carefully planned.

Mister Marat wants to climb the Pyramids so he bones up a shape, how to get to the top, pointy bit pointing up, steppes is probably practical. Later we get wind of he apparels light hipster blouse for five degrees aggregate nightwatch. He is not actually adroit architect of stalk. Oh well, a head. He affords visa, associates, actions to Egypt.

MM: Not having to get out of the car, we were immediately swarmed harassing Arabs who then offered to horses, who then-camels. Horror, as they have got!

Ubanov and me, when camels have threatened to put asunder, he has got his leg over and showed them horror. But Mister Marat is not know-how, having no Russian bride to inspire in him terror and harassment, as shown by his open date. I hope for him one day he feels this swarmth.

MM: Up to 16 hours was less than 10 minutes, and we began to implement his plan. Not far from the tomb of Cheops, in which we cuckoo into the night.

Abiding their time while whiling, three young men counting Mister Marat avail portable handheld devices to signal each other by watching movies and listening electropop sound track of lost time. This comprehensible because alternative escapism is unlikely to boot.

MM: If we run into the desert, jackals who do not mind to arrange a breakfast tourist — alone stone blocks are very wobbly, and if stumble, it would have to fall to the very bottom of the pyramid, and a guaranteed death.

Avanti andiamo.

MM: One in the morning shot! It’s time to climb. We silently began to pack and get ready for the ascent. The words were superfluous here, we were very tense, nervous system was on the verge of failure, heart pounding: to begin. Rapidly we reached the pyramids, hid behind a rock, waited until we pass by a guard, and started climbing. Yes, units climb is not easy, but we were prepared for any difficulties. Then the incredible happens: prayer begins at Giza, and the whole city is immersed in the roar and howl. It seemed that it was not a prayer, and the cries of the dead. Imagine that such cries echoed everywhere. It was creepy.

I am very failure at the thought of it. Probably at this point I am jackal brunch. But at least audible atmospheric is drowned out the iPod.

MM: I’ll tell you that not everything went so smoothly and we still suck, but finished well.

Coming on the point, is it OK to ascend actual wonder and abrasion antiquity? Your chafing is a bit of a grind. This pyramid was lonely. I think prudish calm down, if she has one visitor, or this Russian threesome one time, does not mean she spends each night all and sundry. So her pretty parts will not be eroded soon, she can linger a pealing from a distance, like the Pharoah’s prayer. But I am happy her naughty shots with Mister Marat is on the internet, for me to watch.

image credit: Mister Marat

image credit: Mister Marat