Day 7: Across the Desert and Far Far Away
April 3rd 2009 The night under canvas went very quickly - for me. Others complained at the noise coming from the dogs, the little train, the odd vehicle, snoring, but I heard nothing - apart from the occasional mosquito trying to get a quick bite.
I heard nothing until 06h15 that is when Bassam wandered through camp urging everyone to get up.
Breakfast was a simple affair - strong coffee, pitta bread dippe
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