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	<title>The Elephant Cloud &#187; camel</title>
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		<title>The Eastern Dunes</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 16:24:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay Wright</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was a local bus, it stopped everywhere. As we inched our way toward Algeria and into the Sahara, the military presence increased in every town. Finally, a taxi dropped us off in the middle of the desert, a ghost town. We were fifty kilometers from the border. In a small garden courtyard, over a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392486903107684130" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPLePoaKhq8/StX2RIuuByI/AAAAAAAABBs/7uMGIltxXN0/s200/IMG_1373.jpg" border="0" alt="" />It was a local bus, it stopped everywhere. As we inched our way toward Algeria and into the Sahara, the military presence increased in every town.  Finally, a taxi dropped us off in the middle of the desert, a ghost town.  We were fifty kilometers from the border.</p>
<p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392486377346399698" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPLePoaKhq8/StX1yiHdfdI/AAAAAAAABBk/a_BT1kci4XA/s200/IMG_1464.jpg" border="0" alt="" />In a small garden courtyard, over a pot of tea, I negotiated hard, a camel for my girl, a night in the desert.  A deal was struck and my guide and I walked alongside Darlene, regal on her camel.  From high in the dunes, we could gaze over the black Sahara and into Algeria.</p>
<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392487516897798770" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPLePoaKhq8/StX203Rr6nI/AAAAAAAABB0/8Kj8H_1RoUo/s200/IMG_1453.jpg" border="0" alt="" />That night, after a fiery sunset, the moon rose over our camp, a valley in the dunes, a lone date palm, and a grumpy caravan of camels.  Two cots pushed together, we slept in the open air, under a pile of wool blankets.</p>
<div>All quiet on the eastern front.</div>
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