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                    <title>May 30th Day 7 Jads Passenger Side</title>
                    <description>ltstrong stylemsobidifontweight normalgt ltem stylemsobidifontstyle normalgtHey this is Jad. I hope you dont mind Ammar gave me ur number. How u doinltstrong stylemsobidifontweight normalgt was the text I received some time in the early afternoon. I called Ammar the previous day to give him my new number and tacked on at the end that it was ok for him t</description>
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                    <title>Day 6 A Poor Man's Richest View</title>
                    <description>Have you ever woken up sat in bed for a few minutes thinking about what youre going to do that day and then decide youre just going to walk and see where it takes you Well thats what I did. I got dressed strapped on my handy backpack with Simba poking his head from the top and set off down the hill with my camera around my neck. Because it was a Wednesday the markets werent baski</description>
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                    <title>Day 5 Lost Accidentally On Purpose</title>
                    <description>I returned to the university the next day by myself to find it open. I uncertainly walked in to a man seated behind a desk. ltem stylemsobidifontstyle normalgtAhlan wa sahlan I greeted quietly. The man returned my greeting and continued to ask what I needed in Arabic. At this point in time I was getting comfortable with understanding what people were saying but still a bit s</description>
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                    <title>Day 4 More Africans More Americans But Still Still The Only African American</title>
                    <description>Well this was quite the interesting day I will assure you. Lots of meeting and remeeting going on that particular Sunday. When I look back on how many things I did I realize that wont be able to write half of what happened now but I will at some point in the future. I intend to take my stories and put them in a book and publish them for my family and children and grandchildren to read which</description>
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                    <title>Day 3 When Not in Rome Still Do As the Romans Do</title>
                    <description>Thank God for laziness I woke up at around 12pm the next day Saturday. While most say thats lazy keep in mind I had 6 hours of sleep when Im supposed to be on vacation. Delayed jet lag is the worse because you think youre fine the first couple of days and then bam Youre dead tired and sleepy in the middle of the afternoon. If I hadnt woken up at a teenagers time and started t</description>
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                    <title>Day 2 Doin' It Indiana Jones Style</title>
                    <description>I was to leave for the Dead Sea on an already paid tour in an hour and a half at 10am. Ammar seemed like he woke up at the same time but Jad was nowhere to be found. Are you ready Ammar asked politely as I rubbed my eyes and blinked wildly again adjusting to the sun. I could only nod as I swung my feet in front of me and tried to stand up. Some night so simple so tiring. Ammar left me t</description>
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                    <title>Day 1 continued Making Friends At the Police Station</title>
                    <description>I awoke the next morning to a somewhat still darkened room. I sat up checking the time 1034. Not bad for someone who went to sleep 5 hours earlier and it was 2am back home. After checking my body for obvious bug bites and finding none I walked slowly out of the door and into my assigned bathroom. I knew now that they called it a Water ltem stylemsobidifontstyle normalgtClosetfor a r</description>
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                    <title>Day 1 Nothing Like Loneliness In A Foreign Country</title>
                    <description>The day was hard and long. How could it not be I left San Antonio at 545pm when my plane was supposed to leave at 456pm on May 22nd and did not arrive in Amman Jordan until 0312 on May 24th. In my transit to the Kingdom I had watched 4 movies slept 2 hours and had a 6hour layover in Frankfurt Germany which I took advantage of. I quickly left the airport and headed to the heart of Frank</description>
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