Looked up the heavy trail of cirque de jaffar to kill the germs . . . Took a wrong turn and ended up in some really rough area with hardly a path , only rocks and ice. A local berber boy put me on the right path again go exchange for some cigarettes. Sometimes smokinp comes in handy in this country as a basis of trading. The landscape is overwhelming and makes you feel so small in the big picture of things . . Now back to the hotel to kill the remaining bugs in my body . . . . Happy travels . . . Toon
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