This is a very special date in my memory. Even now I cannot let the 9th of March go by without remembering that day when father carried me, a very sick child from a remote Welsh farm into Craig-y-nos Castle, a place I would be incarcerated in for the next four years.
Today I have spent it on the deck of the cruise liner, "Celebration", reading.
Yesterday was much more energetic. We visited the hidden city of Petra and I rode a camel for part of the journey out of the deep canyon.
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