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Published: April 13th 2011
I took over 400 photos, but this place is one you definitely have to go to - photos just don't do it justice, or mine don't: the heat and the blasting sun burns the fierce reds and oranges of the stones and the incredible searing colours leap out at you, make you stand back...virtually all lost here....We can't forget Petra - a magical time, walking around in the heat and dust and everyone so happy, or talkative at least ...I remember the little girl who shouted when she saw me and scrambled down the dusty hill - she threw her arms around my hips and grinned and grinned up at me; one of the Berber teenagers who ran a cafe with her friends in the desert, making up an American tourist's eyes with black eyeliner because she'd asked how to apply it; a magnetic, morose and unbelievably beautiful Berber who had lived in London and spoke with such sadness about his life. He had hated England, but didn't seem any happier here....and on top of that, the desert and tombs and the stillness in the air. A hidden place that had survived endless earthquakes - all BC - and now it
was still and calm and powerful, protected by the winding Siq.
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Really friendly Berber kids
