To Ghardaia
November 14th 1983 The alarm went at 4am and we got up and packed. The bus was really dirty and crowded, and I kept falling asleep and waking up again as the scenery changed from mountains to desert. It grew hotter and hotter as we headed south. We saw bedouin tents, camels and oases, and passed through the odd village until we arrived at Ghardaia at 3pm.
It is a pleasant and clean place with plenty of character
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