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      <title>My love for the Cederberg mountains</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;The bar in the middle of the campsite was a wooden shack nestled among the boulders. A bright neon sign at the door spelled out the name of the establishment, glowing red capitalised letters eagerly pronouncing its presence.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;Wooden benches lined the four walls. A fire in the center of the room raged stubbornly against the cold spring air. It was off-peak season and the place was almost empty. The bartender, a middle-aged man with a bulging middle, waved us in.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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