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	<title>Comments on: Charity trek over the mountains to Petra</title>
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		<title>By: David Meggitt</title>
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		<dc:creator>David Meggitt</dc:creator>
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		<description>All 22 hikers and three donkeys made it ok to the end of the trek, which had seemed far from certain after the first blistering afternoon in the desert...so it was with a sense of achievement that we eventually rounded a narrow traverse to catch sight of the old monastery high above Petra.  Things were about to change though.  For the best part of a week our little group had had the spectacular landscape to itself and had rather got used to this scheme of things. We had all turned into seasoned hardy hikers, carving our own furrow, camping our way through the mountains (so to speak) - we were the real deal.  But now...Petra and, of all things, tourists!  Then we remembered, where there are tourists there are usually bars, restaurants and showers and things suddenly seemed not so bad.</description>
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