He didn't even run, he just looked around for a split second like "Holy shit, did you guys just see me flying??" and then he was inside a crocodile's mouth.
A huge dune loomed in front of us and our guide accelerated toward it, picking up the speed needed I'm sure to crest the top. Wow, I thought. That's a really steep dune. Like REALLY steep. But I'm sure our guide knows what he's doing, this is what these guys do for aOH SHIT
On the other side of the tomb there was another smashed open coffin. I looked down into the rubble of the hastily opened tomb, and blinked twice. There was a human femur sticking out of the chunks of concrete. Oh God.
Stretched across a vast, glacier-fed river, "bridge" seemed too strong a word for the spindly metal cables that seemed to have twigs jammed between them. Not planks... no one could claim with a straight face that there were any planks involved, or any standard bridge-construction materials at all.
I’d been flagged in the US Homeland Security system as “Definitely a terrorist.” This is not something you really want to have happen.
Moussa proceeded to try and convince Mike to love Ed Sheeran for, I shit you not, 45 straight minutes. This was hilarious. I especially enjoyed it because I myself wasn’t entirely sure who Ed Sheeran was.
