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Next morning, Sandy, Rob and I decide to rent a taxi together and go visit the ruins of another nearby abandoned Roman “city”, Petra.
Here we go in the air-conditioned comfort of an old black Mercedes taxi. A crack in the windshield is winking at me.
Out on the desert our driver suddenly slams on the brakes and we come to a screeching halt. He leaps from the car, grabs a rock and beats a six-foot black snake to death. This is not a dangerous reptile but the driver says he doesn’t like snakes.
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