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You smile.

Nah.

It’s not a smile.

It’s an ear-to-ear grin. Then you laugh out loud because there’s a 30-story glass pyramid and a faux sphinx staring you in the face, and you know that after the plane landed, the flight attendants didn’t say, “Welcome to Cairo.”

You walk past the carhop dressed like an ancient Egyptian prince, through a low-ceilinged passageway and into the soaring space of what has been advertised as the world’s largest hotel atrium.

Then you start grinning again because over to the left, two talking robot camels are doing their Abbott and Costello shtick.

“This place reminds me of home,” says Jody, the camel with the “Masterpiece Theatre” accent.

Veldon simpson biography of barack

“Just look around,” she says, her mouth, head and neck all moving convincingly. “A great pyramid here in the desert. The sphinx just outside the door . . . .”

“It’s just too much,” replies Elias, who has the c