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CQWW CW Contest 2003 Imprimer Envoyer

7X2ARA in the CQWW CW Contest 2003

 

Le compte rendu de DF4SA:

 

Snow in the Sahara Desert

The idea of travelling to foreign countries and running the CQWW CW Contest from the other side of a

big pile-up never ceases to attract me. November 2003 approached quickly and once again in I felt the

urge to go somewhere. 6 weeks before the contest I read an article in CQ-DL about the Algerian Radio

Amateurs and decided quite spontaneously to try becoming radio active from there.

Mustapha, DL1BDF, the DARC coordinator for Arabic speaking countries advised me to contact Afif,

7X2RO, the secretary of the Algerian Amateur Radio Association „Amateurs Radio Algériens – ARA“.

His callsign was really familiar from various QSOs before, and I was very pleasantly surprised when

he answered my eMails right away. After that, we even learned that we were not only born in the same

year (1972) but also received our ham licenses in the same year (1987). Afif informed me that due to

the good relationship between DARC and ARA, licensing was no problem and invited me to run the

contest from the ARA clubstation in the center of Algiers city. The next day I switched on TV and

stumbled into a very long and interesting report about Algeria. How many more happy omens did I

need…?!

The preparations had to start immediately and Afif sent me an official invitation letter from ARA, which

made the visa application a piece of cake. Because of the short time left and the unknown custom

procedures we agreed to make this a low profile operation. So, I did not take neither a transceiver nor

big antennas with me. Carrying along all the equipment and then getting stuck with it in customs

seemed quite possible and I would not want to risk paying all the excess luggage fees etc, only to

have my stuff sitting at the airport for 2 weeks. Of course this was not an easy decision. The antenna

freak and spiderbeam manufacturer in me would have loved to carry along all kinds of aerials, but as

we all know there is always next time… The ARA clubstation is equipped with a TS-570DG and a

multiband vertical for 10-40m on the roof. So I only took some material for dipoles and a wire version

of the „Battle Creek Special“ (trapped vertical for 40/80/160m) with me: a 12m fibreglass telescopic

tower (made by VDL), a 9m fishing rod, various litz wires, small parts for lightweight coax traps, 500m

enamelled copper wire for radials or dipoles, plus 3 rolls of H-155 coax cable, 35m each. Add to that

some tools and some clothing and the 25kg free luggage were complete.

Unfortunately the direct flights (FFM-ALG with Air Algerie) were already booked out, so on the early

morning of November 23 I had to take the long route via Paris. At 17:50h we were finally approaching

Algiers and my excitement level was rising heavily. What would expect me in a few moments?

Easy answer – after the customs officer had only thrown a quick glance at my stuff I was expected by

Afif and his neighbour Sharif. Ten minutes and a hearty welcome later they seated me into their car

and we entered the motorway towards the city. Windows pulled down, enjoying the mild evening,

listening to RAI (modern Algerian pop music) on the car stereo, the endless blocks of the suburbs of

Algiers flying by, we headed towards the sea. I felt perfectly comfortable and at home. The road leads

alongside the bay towards the center. The further we get into town, the thicker the traffic jam. It is one

of the last evenings in the Fasting Month of Ramadan, so after sunset the streets get full of live. To me

it looks like all of Algiers’ citizens are out on the street or cruising along in their car.

Afif has arranged a nice little guesthouse for me, located in the old part of Algiers on Rue Didouche

Mourad, and it is nearly 22h as we reach the place. I check into my room on the 4th floor where I have

a thrilling view from above over the lively streets. Finally I switch on TV, lie down for a rest and slowly

faint away into my dreams while listening to the Arabian sound from the TV and the adhan calls of the

muezzin from the outside…

On the next morning I start exploring the neighbourhood on foot, feeling still a bit shy and cautious.

Today most probably is the last day of Ramadan and there is a very religious spirit in the air. The rule

says, Ramadan is over if somebody can see the moon tonight. If not, it will continue until somebody

can see it during the following evenings.

Being used to cold northern European climate, I could easily just wear a T-Shirt today, but everybody

else is wearing warm clothes. So instead of making a fool of myself I rather put on my jacket and

sweat substantially. After a while I realize that nobody takes special notice of me. Quite to the

contrary, several people start talking to me in Arabic language, only then it becomes clear that I am a

foreigner. A few days later the hotel owner says I am looking like a Kabyle. The Kabyle people belong

to the old ethnic group of the Berbers (also called Numidians or Lybians in ancient times) and most of

them live in Kabylia, a region in Northern Algeria. The Algerian people is mostly composed of Berbers

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and the Arab people, the latter of which came into the country around 1300 years ago, along with the

expansion of Islam. So, undiscovered and historically in good company, my courage is rising and I

stroll through the streets and alleys, visit the harbour and take a deep breath of the general

atmosphere. I decide to join in this last Fasting Day, so I do not eat nor drink anything from sunrise till

sunset.

During his break at noontime I meet with Afif at his house, which is quite close to the hotel. His radio

shack is built on the flat roof of the house with a magnificent view over the bay of Algiers. The bay has

a diameter of approx. 25km and is facing towards North. The terrain surrounding the bay is sloping

upwards to nearly 400m height ASL and the city is built on it like a huge amphitheatre. The harbour

itself is not very big but the ships are lined up all over the bay, waiting to take their turn. We are

located in the French colonial style old part of the city which was built mostly alongside the center and

western bank of the bay.

Unfortunately Afif’s groundplane has been demolished some days ago by a storm so we can only play

a little SWL.

Then he must go back to work and I proceed to further explore the city, although my feet are slowly

starting to ache. Later on we meet again and walk down to Square Port Said, where the rooms of ARA

are located. The Square is a lovely old busy place situated near the harbour and just below the

Kasbah, the oldest remaining Arabian part of the city. At the clubstation we meet Hakim (7X2CB) and

Faouzi (7X2FB).

We also have a short look at the roof checking the possibilities for antenna installations. Unfortunately

it is not the big flat roof I expected but instead is covered with several small buildings. The edges have

been turned into sloping parts and in the center there is a big plate of glass, letting the sun shine into

the inner courtyard. There are several other installations besides ARA’s multiband groundplane: a light

10m high lattice tower carrying a VHF vertical on top, and a lot of satellite dishes, cables and cloth

DF4SA and 7X2RO in his shack view from the terrace

ARA building (left) and opera (right) Kasbah mountain (in the background)

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lines. There is really not much space for additional antennas; even crawling about will be quite difficult.

Right now none of us comes up with a practicable idea for an 80m/160m antenna. Maybe we could

string a sloper to the opera across the street? But getting on its roof will not be that easy either. Will it

be possible to reach the housekeeper now, during the holidays? And how to get the wire across the

street without getting it stuck in the 220V utility cable?

Oh well. I should have enough time for thinking of a solution during the following days, because soon

we will learn that today really is the last day of Ramadan. The feeling on the streets is unique tonight.

Allah Akhbar – the loud adhan calls of the muezzins can be heard everywhere. Most of them are

probably just coming from tape-recorders and big loudspeakers but the sound and spirit is definitively

there. People are surging to the mosques. All the shops are open too, until very late, as everybody is

buying last presents or fine clothing for the celebration days. The kids will get a lot of presents

tomorrow. The AID holiday is one of the most important holidays of the year, comparable to the Easter

holiday among Christianity. For me, my first and only Fasting Day is over now, with a glass of water

and some of the traditional pastries, which are sold in a lot of variations everywhere during Ramadan.

It is already late at night when I say goodbye to 7X2RO, CB and FB. During the following days I will be

on my own, because of course my ham friends will be busy celebrating with their families too.

I take my time, get up late and during the day explore other parts of the city, much to the dismay of my

flat feet. I do not understand the public bus system nor do I have a city map, so I do not dare to simply

take bus somewhere and see where I would land. Unfortunately all shops and nearly all cafes are

closed, but there is still a lot to discover. I am especially thrilled during my walks through the Kasbah,

which, as mentioned, is situated on the mountain directly behind Square Port Said. On top of the hill,

approx. 300m above the city is the old Arabic/Turkish citadel. The Kasbah is the old Islamic village,

stretched on the castle mountain; really a labyrinth of mysteriously convoluted alleys, stairways and

houses built one into another.

There is a bitter pill spoiling my discoverer’s pleasures. Of course I carry a compass with me and it

keeps telling that this same Kasbah Mountain blocks radio propagation from Square Port Said towards

North- and South America. At least I am rewarded with a spectacular view over the bay of Algiers,

once I reach the citadel at the top. What a pity we cannot just set up a quick fieldday operation from up

here…

Several times I also stray about in the street just above the ARA building, trying to catch a good view

of the roof while contemplating a solution for the 80m/160m problem. There is a police station in this

same street and I hope they do not get suspicious on me, always staring to the roof, taking pictures,

making notes etc… In the end I think it should be possible to use the VDL mast with the fishing rod on

top and somehow put it up alongside the existing 10m lattice tower. We do not want to climb this tower

because it is quite old and only suitable for the VHF vertical, but it might help us during the installation

process. I want to use the fibreglass mast as a support for the wire version of the Battle-Creek-Special

in inverted L style. E.g. string about 20m of the radiator vertically, and slope the remaining wire (the

“160m part”) to the corner of the roof. More a vertical with “sloping topload wire” than an inverted L.

Anyway, I just hope there will be enough space on the roof.

Back in the guesthouse, the whole family of the owner is there. They meet me very friendly and invite

me into the salon for tea and pastries. We watch some of the AID celebrations on TV and

communicate lovely in German, English, my little French and with our hands and feet. During all of the

following days I am invited into the salon a lot and I really enjoy celebrating a little bit of the AID

holidays with “my family”.

In my room I craft together two coax traps (for 40

and 80m), as I want the vertical to perform on all

three bands, 40/80/160m, like the original Battle-

Creek-Special. The traps are made from RG-178

Teflon coax wound on short pieces of PVC tubing.

Inside the tube the center conductor of one end is

connected to sleeve of other the end. The antenna

wire is connected to the remaining sleeve and

center conductor.

They are then sealed water tight with Epoxy, are suitable for maximum 500W and weigh approx 100g.

I had built the same traps before in Germany, but unfortunately they looked very suspicious, like a pipe

bomb, especially after sealing. Afraid I would not get aboard a single plane with them I decided to

rather take the single parts with me and build them on site.

80m Coax Trap before sealing

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On Thursday the AID holidays are over, but now the weekend begins! Friday is actually the holy day of

Islam, and therefore the weekend in many Muslim countries is Thursday/Friday, not Saturday/Sunday

like in our country.

Once again nearly everything is closed but today I do not mind, because at 11:00h I meet Afif, Faouzi

and Hakim at the ARA building for antenna work.

Because of the restricted space available and the endless possibilities of getting all tangled up with

wires and ropes anywhere on the roof, we decide to first put up the fibreglass mast without the

antenna wire, as a trial run. A breeze comes up and the mast starts shaking quite a lot, but it looks OK

and we get it back down. In a moment of incautiousness we press the fishing rod against a sharp iron

bar and it breaks off immediately! Luckily we manage to stick the two halves into another and repair

them with a good layer of power tape. Uuh.

We attach the radiator wire to the mast and push it up again slowly. It is terribly flexible and swaying

heavily. We are not enough people to hold the several guy lines. Instead we have to fix them, always

leaving a little bit of slack. Now push up the mast a little bit, crawl to the attachment points and put

some slack back into the guy lines, then push the mast up a bit further, etc. The whole procedure

takes terribly long, as the roof is full of obstacles and we have to move very careful to avoid getting

stuck somewhere or (worse) slip and fall. Of course the wind becomes stronger and as the rain

showers finally arrive we definitively have to quit for today. The sloping parts of the roof are covered

with a kind of aluminium foil (isolation against the heat), which gets so slippery from the rain that it is

only possible to crawl on all fours. After provisionary attaching the guy lines we hurry down to the dry

clubstation rooms.

As it is weekend today, there are a lot of hams coming to the clubstation. It is my pleasure to meet

Mahmoud (7X2MA), the president of ARA, Hafid (7X2HS), Youcef (7X2HF), Athmane (7X2SA), SWL

YL Amel, who is just preparing to take her license exams, some more young SWLs and Mr. Hami

Hakim... ... Afif and Faouzi on the roof

Athmane (7X2SA), Mahmoud (7X2MA) &

QSL manager Hami at the president’s desk

Youcef (7X2HF) & YL Amel

training for the license exams

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Mohamed, the QSL-Manager of ARA. This friendly old man does not have a ham license but big fun in

handling the mail service from all over the world. It is his great pleasure to contribute his part to the

worldwide interchange, as he so aptly defines it himself.

There is a beamer in the office and lots of photos to see, many of them from the humanitarian mission

of ARA during the big earthquake (May 2003 in Boumerdès).

I also connect the radio and do a few test runs with the GP on 10-40m. This morning we noticed that

obviously most of the radials have been cut off when somebody was repairing the roof, but in the main

direction (EU) the antenna still works quite OK. Tomorrow we are going to repair the radials.

Later in the evening we rent a movie off the local video store; thus, for a few hours ARA becomes our

youth club with movie show, before we go to sleep.

At the next morning we meet again on the roof at 11:00h.

WX has improved somewhat, still windy but no rain. The mast still stands, albeit it looks quite crooked

and it still takes us quite long until we finally manoeuvre it into position. The good news is that there is

enough space for our sloping top wire (the 160m part). The thin litz wire terminates approximately 5m

above the roof and we string it to the chimney at the corner with a piece of fishing line. Now it is time to

lay out the radials. We are lucky to find the space for at least 6 of the 20m long ones, for 80m.

(Hopefully) they should also work on 160m.

Well, lets check if they do. We connect the coax to the feedpoint and throw it down to the clubstation

window. Oh no! – It gets stuck in the 220V utility line instead, but after a while we manage to pull it free

again without getting fried. I do not have any measuring equipment with me so we turn the TRX down

to minimum power and check the SWR on the whole frequency range. On 40m I obviously cut the wire

a bit short, but 80m is fine, immediately resonant in the CW sub-band. On 160m we do not find any

resonant frequency at all. We cannot measure below 1500 kHz though, as the TRX does not transmit

there. I cannot really believe resonance should be that low anyway. This would be the first time a

160m antenna is too long...!? I am tempted to simply use the tuner and match the existing structure as

good as possible. Afif strongly believes that the resonance is below 1500 kHz and insists that we do

not give up.

My friends are having a break and go to attend the Friday

prayers (salat) at the mosque, while I promise not to do

anything funny nor slip off the roof, but try to solve the

problem in the meantime. My first guess is the radials, as I

cannot really believe those six 80m radials really work on

160m. Somehow I manage to squeeze 4 radials for 160m

(40m long) onto the roof. Unfortunately that does not seem

to have any influence at all, as I still cannot find any

resonance. So I go up again and cut several meters off the

sloping topload wire. Still nothing, and only after 2 more

snips do I find a resonant point at 1600kHz. Voila! After 3

more trips to the roof, resonance comes up to 1800kHz, at

a bandwidth of approx 50kHz. In the end the sloping wire is

already so short that I have to carefully climb the lattice

tower to reach its end. Very nice! Afif, Hakim and Faouzi

have just returned and we are all very happy that they

insisted in not giving up.

Fine, we are QRV from 160m – 10m. Quickly arrange the station table, PC, software, etc. and around

17:00h 7X2ARA is ready to rumble. We have some splendid pizza from the restaurant downstairs and

afterwards I try to catch some hours of sleep. Ahmed, the club station guard kindly lets me use his

divan for a while...

The contest starts. In the meantime I have put up with the handicap by the mountains towards North

and South America. The signals from those directions are very weak, so chances for a score among

the top five are quite small. But actually that is not important at all, as it turns out to be so much fun

running the contest as the only station from 7X. Whenever I call CQ the pileups start to build.

Unfortunately the noise level is quite high, not only on 40-160m but also on the high bands it is often

above S9, so I have troubles hearing the weak ones. It is quite obvious that we are in the center of a

big city, and also work has started again today. The worst noise comes from a sawing or grinding

DF4SA & 80m/160m vertical

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machine from a house across the street. Every now and then they use it for a few minutes and I can

hear the acoustic sound through the window. During that period my RX is overloaded on all bands.

As long as there is propagation to Europe the pile-ups are enormous. Sometimes I have troubles

keeping them disciplined. An antenna with some dB gain would surely help to rule these crowds, and

of course it would also help when trying to work some multipliers myself. After sunset the bands close

quickly, because of the missing propagation in western directions.

Anyway, all these troubles are negligible compared to the great feeling I have while piloting the rare

7X2ARA call through the international ruckus on the bands. Somehow I feel like sitting behind the

wheel of a strange racing car. I duly hope I could worthily represent ARA and also help a lot of hams to

catch the 7X multiplier.

I do also miss the CW-Filter of my trusted IC-735 that normally accompanies me on my expeditions.

To compensate for this extra stress I reward myself with some extra hours of sleep. OK, to actually tell

the truth, I simply did not hear the alarm clock, once again…

During day times I really appreciate the support by several club members, who drop by with a little

snack or drink and share the excitement of the rising QSO numbers.

Afif has to go to a business trip to Europe for several months on Monday after the contest.

Nonetheless him, Faouzi and Hakim are at the station at night when the contest ends, salutate me

“back in the real world” and we celebrate our achievements and the final score together.

CQ WW DX CW CONTEST 2003 - 7X2ARA Single Operator, low power, all band

BAND QSO QSO PTS PTS/QSO ZONES COUNTRIES

160 111 323 2.91 5 32

80 472 1398 2.96 10 57

40 923 2739 2.97 23 76

20 937 2799 2.99 21 74

15 853 2545 2.98 21 66

10 527 1557 2.95 20 52

---------------------------------------------------

Totals 3823 11361 2.97 100 357 => 5,191,977

I sleep long the next morning, clear up the station and afterwards stumble through the city, still heavily

tired. I would like to try and find out how I can arrange a short trip South, into the Sahara. After all,

everybody keeps telling me “You have not seen Algeria if you have not seen “the Grand South” (local

name for the Sahara)”. There is really nothing to say against that. A few simple facts easily show how

much Algeria and the Sahara belong together: the Sahara covers 85% of the Algerian territory and

nearly half of the 2 million desert dwellers (the river Nile valley not counted in) live within the Algerian

borders.

During... ... and after the contest

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So, lets go there! Unfortunately I am totally off season. The travelling season will only begin a few

weeks later, when many people celebrate the New Year in the desert. For a short moment I

contemplate renting a car, but quickly abandon the plan again. At that moment I realize that I am not

at all capable of making useful decisions, let alone plan a few days’ journey. Like always after a 48h

contest I am totally burnt out. The rest of the day I spend hanging around chilling in various cafés and

tea houses. A wise decision, and I feel much more capable of my new pastime…

After another night well slept I am back to normal again. On that morning I find the proper bus station

and catch a bus into the vicinity of Algiers. My little trip leads through the cities Tipaza, Cherchell,

Staoueli and Sidi Ferruch. The area is heavily loaded with history not only because of the various ruins

and tombs built by the Carthaginians, Numidians, Romans, Phoenicians, etc. Sidi Ferruch, which

hosts a modern tourist center today, is the place where the French landed in 1830, on their way to

attack Algiers city on the land route.

On the next morning I am finally ready to go South. After my little trip yesterday the wanderlust got

heavier and I found the proper bus station where the overland buses depart. At 7:30h in the morning I

board the bus to Laghouat, the first oasis 400km south of Algiers. It is raining cats and dogs, and as

we start to enter the Tell-Atlas Mountains about 100km south of Algiers it turns into snow. Well, snow

is not really what I had expected in Northern Africa but at least we are in the mountains. I feel

somewhat funnier when the snow continues until only about 50km north of Laghouat. Nobody is going

to believe this at home. Here I am in the Sahara desert and it is snowing!!

Because of the fog and the damp windows of the bus, it is difficult to see much of the outside but it

looks more like pictures from Mongolia. Only the people’s clothing does not quite fit into the picture.

Later on I am told that snow is not such a rare occasion in this region. The mountains reach up to

1500m height and behind the mountains the Sahara starts on a kind of plateau at 1000m ASL.

After an 8h drive we arrive at Laghouat. For the first time in my life I am in an oasis and am deeply

impressed. The faces, clothing, the way people act, everything is so much different from the big city of

Algiers, which is heavily influenced from nearby Europe. I keep strolling through the streets and

markets. There is an old fort on a little hill in the city center and from up there one has a great view

over the oasis and the spectacular desert landscape surrounding it. I climb up the way to take some

pictures. Stupid idea, because the local militia has deployed their forces in the fort. The very young

guard at the doors reacts quite perplexed when he spots the photographer. I react at least as much

perplexed when he comes running at me and drags me to his boss. Fortunately I have all my papers

with me and after a while we all calm down and smile again.

After sunset it gets cold quickly, the stars shine marvellously from a black sky and I am lost to the

magic of the oasis for good.

The following day I catch a bus to Ghardaia, 200km further south. It is one of the famous 5 cities of the

Mozabites. No snow today, but in the morning I can still see some glazed frost on the dunes while I

enjoy our drive through the desert.

The Mozabites are considered to be fine merchants and control a substantiable part of the flow of

goods between North Africa and the Sahara. They are strongly religious and have preserved their

traditions very well. When walking through the old city center of Ghardaia it feels like time has been

turned back several hundred years. Ghardaia is situated on a hill, an endless labyrinth of houses and

Laghouat and surrounding mountains Scene at Laghouat market

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narrow alleys, with the minaret on top of the hill towering above everything. Once again I am really

overwhelmed by the foreignness of the architecture, the colors and light, and of course the people.

In the bus I made the acquaintance of Ahmed, a friendly guy approximately my age working as a

butcher in Ghardaia. He offers to be my guide, which is not a bad idea in this labyrinth. I do not want to

decline his friendly invitation for a cup of tea at his home, some kilometres outside Ghardaia, but I feel

a little nervous. After all, nobody knows where I am. In the end I feel relieved when I am back alone on

the street but also have a bad conscience for the rest of the day. After tea followed an invitation for

lunch, which I declined quite brusque. How much would I have liked to accept his great hospitality!

Only, I felt alone and the many warnings of several people and my own rationality forced me to leave

the house and a probably offended Ahmed. Sorry, man!

It is a pity that the market in Ghardaia is mostly closed after my return. It seemed so full of colors and

interesting things to see that I would have loved to stroll about for a while. But it is Thursday again and

the weekend begins.

A bit later I take the bus back to Laghouat and the next morning carry on to Algiers. This time the

weather is sunny as expected and I enjoy the long hours driving through the wild and always changing

desert landscape. Unbelievable that this has all been covered by snow two days ago. Even in the

Atlas Mountains, the green fertile grounds have reappeared again; only a little snow here and there

has stayed. The travellers passing by have a big pleasure in spontaneous snowball fights or building

snowmen. While watching these funny scenes it becomes really obvious to me that snow is not that

common to the people in North Africa. A notice that is well received by my somewhat disoriented

picture of the worlds’ climate zones…

On the last day Hakim and Sofiane (7X2GX)

take me with them to visit Djamal (7X2DG),

one of the oldest radio amateurs in Algeria. He

lives in a village directly at the sea, about 30km

east of Algiers. There is a special shack in his

garden and antennas, wires, towers, and parts

everywhere. When he was a little boy he found

his first radio in a plane that got shot down over

Algiers in WW2. He took it home and hid it

several years before using it the first time, and

immediately infected himself with the radio

virus. Later on he became a famous

photographer in the young Algerian Republic.

The connections established by taking pictures

of nearly every important person would surely

help him to carry on with his extraordinary hobby without getting in trouble all too often. Unfortunately

my French was much to bad for understanding all the stories this lively old man told with the

enthusiasm of a little boy.

A few months later I had to hear the very sad news that Djamal became a Silent Key.

Ghardaia oasis in the bus

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Rest in peace, old man. I will remember our meeting in great honour.

Those 14 days in Algeria were a great experience and they were over much too soon. How much

would I have liked to stay longer!

My big THANK YOU goes out to all the club members of ARA who made this adventure come true,

and also to all the other friendly people I met during this trip through Algeria! CUAGN.

Shukran & Salaam.

73

DF4SA

Links:

DF4SA personal homepage http://www.qsl.net/df4sa

Spiderbeam antenna http://www.spiderbeam.net

VE6YP Coax Trap Software http://www.qsl.net/ve6yp/CoaxTrap.html

Algerian National Tourist Agency http://www.onat-dz.com

Algerian Embassy Berlin http://www.algerische-botschaft.de

Consulate / Tourist Info http://www.konsulat-algerien.de

Air Algerie http://www.airalgerie.de

City Map of Algiers http://2ie.mpl.ird.fr/mm/alger/cartes/plansauveur/plalger.gif

   
 
 
 
 

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