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Gallop across the Jordanian desert

There are fools and there are fools. And then, way off the scale of foolishness, there's me. So it was that, somewhere in the terrifying blur of the first hard gallop across the sands, as I clung onto the saddle with all the elegance of a limpet on a rock, the phrase “breakneck speed” came suddenly to mind, and what flashed before my eyes was not my life, but the online questionnaire I'd filled out back in London. (19/05) More