Bermudian Robyn Skinner found a salad in Egypt was an almost deathly experience ..... but then she found KFC next to the great Pyramids. Here she continues her trek around the world finding the Pyramids an amazing experience.

Next Stop: A bathroom in Cairo.

I have survived a parasite in India, bad oysters in Spain, and more stomach problems from wheat (I'm celiac) than I care to think about. But one salad in Egypt and I am sure death is imminent.

After spending a night dashing and then dragging myself to the toilet I can see the light and send my travel buddy to see if he can get some help from the pharmacist and some Sprite.

Two days, several bowls of rice and a few bananas later, I needed to get out of the room and we needed to see the Giza pyramids.

These massive structures are actually in a township that Cairo now runs almost directly into, so as you drive down the highway it's one minute business centres, the next minute pyramids. We splurged, took a cab there and avoided almost all of the guys trying to convince us we couldn't walk into the pyramid area, 'oh no, you have to take a horse'.

Seeing these stunning monuments outside their photos it took a while to understand I was really there. That and the dehydration I was still recovering from probably didn't help. There are three pyramids in the Giza Necropolis area including the Great Pyramid of Giza which is the oldest and largest of them. This is where we started because there were limited tickets to enter. It cost us a small fortune, but how can you not take the plunge?

It's a bit spooky on the inside as you climb internally to the top of this ancient structure. Especially when you think of the size and weight of the stones on top of you they could be anywhere between 60 tons to three tons!

After climbing through the slanted interior of the Great Pyramid, I needed a break. Camel rides around the Great Pyramid are on hand and of course within seconds of sitting we had one of the young riders decide to try and sell it to us. We only got suckered to take the tourist picture of us holding the pinnacle of the pyramid.

There are two other pyramids in the Necropolis complex to see the Pyramid of Khafre and the Pyramid of Menkaure and the infamous Great Sphinx so we had to push on. Admiring, listening to the tour groups and dodging everyone hawking something we circled the two pyramids and then headed for the panoramic site where we could capture all three pyramids in one photo.

At this point I was feeling completely dizzy, but we had to see the Great Sphinx, which is luckily near the exit we needed. The closest we could get was about 100 ft so after taking the required photo and wishing I felt better to enjoy spending some time there, I needed a Sprite and some water. So where do we go? Why, to KFC right outside the Pyramid complex a nice balance of new and old.......

A hip, hop and a jump later we were in the Cairo airport waiting for our flight to Amman (we had to fly out of Amman as part of our round-the-world-ticket). Rather than face the rundown hostels we witnessed the first time here we stayed in Madaba, a town that's actually closer to the airport and the Dead Sea.

We had to give this wonder of the world a miss last time we were in Jordan because my travel buddy was too sick and this time, regardless of how I felt, I was going to see the Dead Sea!

The only way to travel in Jordan, it seems, is to do it privately so we hired a taxi for close to $30 to take us to Mount Nebo where, according to the Bible, Moses received word that the Holy Land was for the Jews, then the Dead Sea and then on to the airport. Yeah it was a bit of a whistle stop tour, but we had to get to India to meet my travel buddy's mother so we didn't have a lot of time.

Mt. Nebo proved pretty uninteresting. It has some great views (I mean you could understand why someone would pick the spot to hand-out land) and a few mosaics, but honestly we could have given it a miss and survived.

So back in the sticky seats of the melting taxi and we descended to the lowest point on earth, the Dead Sea. I have wanted to float in this sea since primary school science class when I saw a photo of someone comfortably basking while reading a newspaper. I had visions of bobbing in complete pristine, natural environs.

These were crushed when we These were crushed when we were led to a swimming complex where $10 brings you into a fresh water pool area with restaurants, locker rooms and shops before descending the pyramid like stairs to the actual sea (apparently this is the only way to visit in Jordan). Here, there's a bit of beachside scattered with chairs and tables and most importantly fresh water showers. Because, to answer your questions, it is that salty and yes you really do float as much as they say. We were warned, though, not to put your face under water one guy did it and went blind for a bit. I slowly crept into the water not sure what to expect and was disappointed when it didn't feel very different from walking in the ocean off Horseshoe Beach. That is until I sat down. No need to tread water here! It's a lazy man's kind of swimming and after bobbing around, the required photo and marvelling at the salty taste (a tiny bit got on my lips and I swear it was my salt intake for a week) I just wanted to make a run for the showers. As soon as I stepped out of this strange, salt-soaked-land and by the time I made it to the showers I already had the start of a second skin. While I went for the shower, my travel buddy decided to see what a salt skin would feel like and let it stay on his body. In about five minutes his feet were white (made all the more striking because of his Indian descent) and his arms were streaked. He didn't last long before he was also in the shower.Just to see if it was real or we were imagining the buoyancy of the Dead Sea (it had been a while in the desert with no swimming) we then jumped in the fresh water pool I had scoffed at. You actually have to kick to go somewhere. The Dead Sea lives up to the hype! We didn't have too much time to waste because we had our flight to India to attend to. So after a shower (yes I was thankful for the locker rooms too) we made it to the airport with time to spare.I travelled India for three months about six years ago so I was interested to see how Delhi changed. First of all the airport has electronic tickers for flights (last time there was a monkey you had to dodge to get to the ticket counter) and organised taxis. The city itself no longer has cows wandering through streets and there were less people sleeping on the roofs of trucks and cars. The poverty is still overwhelming and the dirt will cake you, but it's a great city and after three days doing some shopping and wandering I was glad to have stopped in briefly. I know I'm not doing this country justice (and honestly everyone should see India once. It's an amazing country), but having done it six years ago and after becoming a member of the travel relationship cliché (you know, it will make it or break it) I decided to head for Bangkok, Thailand, for the start of my solo travelling.Next stop: Bangkok, Thailand...