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It was hot - crazy hot, as we craned our necks in that stock-standard-tourist manner toward the summit of the Great Pyramid of Giza. As we manouvered our instantly leathery, sandal-clad feet around enormous, steaming piles of fresh camel dung we were cajoled, proffered and offered a myriad of questionable souvenirs from enthusiastic peddlers (who seemingly outnumbered the great hoards of thirsty ...
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Andrew
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Call those camels
I am sure the camel "Kabul" Barbara & I rode was much bigger than the ones in your photos. As always great to get your updates. Watchout though Christmas is getting closer. Cheers Andrew(Uncle)