Here is where Scott went looking for his little round rocks. We were the only ones here and our driver, Abdul (pictured with Scott), left us to walk up to the Tomb of Ay, a rather insignificant tomb but a magical and unexplored area. To get there you must take a rather bumpy road off to the right of the tourist entrance to the Valley of the Kings. This place was so beautiful, similar to the Badlands in South Dakota, and I could let down all defenses and just be. You will have to ask Scott the significance for him. He loved it too.
Walking along the road up to the Tomb of Ay - when we finally got there after much meandering, the tomb was locked and deserted. Finally the tomb guard came up the road with two sweating German men - the guard had to start up a generator for lighting and unlock the tomb - we waited while the Germans looked around and then went in. The gift of being alone in this magic place was priceless.
