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<title>Travel Blog | Ash</title>
<link>http://www.travelblog.org/Bloggers/Ash/</link>
<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from Ash</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 22:36:50 BST</pubDate>
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                    <title>Night Watches Of Loving and Loathing </title>
                    <description>Slumbering bedding down bunking catnapping zoning out catching forty winks and hitting the hay. Normal people call it sleeping a state of inactivity or unconsciousness.  Somewhere between the hours of 8 p.m. and 8 a.m. individuals all over the world are sleeping and recharging their bodies and restless minds.  Lucky them.  I haven't completely slept through a night in several months for we</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/Samoa/Upolu/Apia/blog-291048.html</link>
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                    <title>Tales from the South Pacific</title>
                    <description>Life goal 132 Learn to shake my hips as swiftly and rhythmically as the dancing ladies on the Cook Islands.  This ambition comes right after 131 which is teaching myself how to play the ukulele.  Ahoy Rarotonga  Another landing for Queequeg slapbang in the heart of the South Pacific ocean a startling sea side paradise and haven for the aspiring Jim Hawkinrsquos of the world two points</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/Cook-Islands/Palmerston/blog-273970.html</link>
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                    <title>Tubuai off the Port Bow</title>
                    <description>Five days later and ten pounds lighter.  Who  would have known that one could subsist on mashed potatoes and saltine crackers for so many endless days at sea.   I read six books and slept for approximately 80 of the trip trying to put my mind elsewhere aside from the up and down topsyturvy motion of the boat.  From my small porthole in my stateroom bedroom I went from seeing 6 inches of wat</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/French-Polynesia/Tubuai/blog-272969.html</link>
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                    <title>Yachting to and fro</title>
                    <description>039039039Nothing on Tahiti is so majestic as what faces it across the bay for there lies the island of Moorea. To describe it is impossible. It is a monument to the prodigal beauty of nature.039039039    JAMES MICHENERMoorea is by far the most gorgeous peaceful and tantalizing island I have ever been lucky to visit.  Following a three hour sail from Tahina marina we sailed</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/French-Polynesia/Moorea/blog-248710.html</link>
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                    <title>First Port of Call "Bonjour"</title>
                    <description>The bustling capital of Tahiti Papersquoete is also known as the ldquobasket of waterrdquo our first and not very accurate glimpse into Polynesian life.   No idea why it carries that nickname but Irsquom sure there is some island legend behind the idiom as there is with all other things here. The mountains have legends the lagoons have legends even the dances have legends behind them</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/French-Polynesia/Tahiti/blog-245280.html</link>
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                    <title>Ashley's Going Away 'Again'</title>
                    <description>Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.  Mark Twain Before you get too confused these beautiful pictures of paradise are from my stop in the islands on my way home back in May. I'm a tad late in pos</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/Illinois/Champaign/blog-210414.html</link>
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                    <title>Traveling in Circles </title>
                    <description> We were an hour late. The sun was setting behind insipid lifeless hills and a pale salmon glow highlighted the waters in our path. My partner formed a dim outline in front of me his urgent quirky paddle strokes creating fleeting shadows over my bare legs. The water was smooth and we maneuvered easily. The high tide came in over two hours ago covering the abandoned estuaries and sandy playgro</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/South-Island/Abel-Tasman-National-Park/Marahau/blog-154266.html</link>
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                    <title>Becoming a Kiwi......</title>
                    <description>  Wandering in the Sounds  It's lightly sprinkling as the sun makes a final dip behind the surrounding green hills and tranquil ocean basins. The windows are speckled with streaks of warm springtime showers the panes fogged from the comforting warmth of the log fire by my toes. Beyond pale reflections of tiger orange luminosity lie the striking cradles and ridges of Charlotte Sound a breathtaki</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/South-Island/Marlborough/Queen-Charlotte-Sounds/blog-144934.html</link>
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                    <title>What to do when luck runs out......</title>
                    <description>Airports are distracting.   To avoid interruption of the sheep herding phenomenon airports should be altered into concrete blocks consisting of no frills fancies or inflated monetary amusement.  Case in point when I should have been sprinting across the main terminal to retrieve my battered luggage from carousal number 2 I was cleverly tricked into trying on hot pink eye shadow spritzing mys</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central/Bangkok/blog-114369.html</link>
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                    <title>Once Upon a Train Ride</title>
                    <description>Once upon a two day train trekI wrote a small tale to tell.Sit back and listen as the story unfoldsof our true train adventure from hell.A flight was just too much money.There was no road to follow by car.A train was the very last optionfor the distance to travel was far.Shanghai was our next destination.Two days by train it would be.Let's do it I said and our tickets we boughtThe decision</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Shanghai/blog-111256.html</link>
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                    <title>And the Tiger Lept Over the Gorge</title>
                    <description> Lijiang is an oasis for the burnt out backpacker.  After six weeks of nonstop travel endless bus rides late nights on the town and early morning rushes to pack rapid sightseeing tours and too much street food we arrived weary and drained into Mama Naxi's Guesthouse for some much needed nurturing and mothering.  Mama has a reputation around the inner travelling circles of China.  Her name is w</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Shanghai/blog-110957.html</link>
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                    <title>Big City Girls</title>
                    <description>We've officially done Hong Kong.  We've climbed the 226 stairs to the top of Lantau's bronze Giant Buddha and grazed isle after infinite isle of claustrophobic market stalls we've dined on spicy Cantonese yum cha and tasted the salty spray aboard the Star Ferry we've strolled through the polished ambience of Louie Vuitton and gawked at luminous diamonds on display at Tiffany's.  We traipsed down</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Yunnan/Kunming/blog-108462.html</link>
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                    <title>Thanksgiving noodles REAL lattes and a close call to Hong Kong prison. </title>
                    <description>My my my...time has sped by. I apologize for my lack of attentiveness since leaving you on a rainy afternoon in Yangshou. However with the big city awe of Hong Kong a timely visit by the police and practically quantum leaping over border crossings  yes I admit that I've been negligent to my duties.  If only to avoid the hassle of writing on bumpy buses or in the tea light lit murkiness of a </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Hong-Kong/Kowloon/blog-107623.html</link>
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                    <title>Daddy Can I have a Panda</title>
                    <description> I promise to feed it and cuddle it and take it for walks everyday and I'll love it forever and ever......On second thought I don't think the horses on the farm would cooperate with a lazy overweight bear sharing their stables.  Sadly I won't be bringing home a giant bear from this China trip. Supplying the vast quantities of bamboo that they inhale on a daily basis would dwindle my already mea</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Guangxi/Yangshuo/blog-104604.html</link>
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                    <title>Caravaning with Chinese Cowboys</title>
                    <description> Ice Mountain It was almost like staying at the Four Seasons.  A few exceptions perhaps...The hard cold ground didn't quite resemble a double stuffed air mattress and the air conditioner seemed to be permenantly stuck in the on position. Room service also had an obscene obsession for oily noodles and potatoes for three meals a day...but I won't be complaining to reception.  Four days of horse tre</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Sichuan/Songpan/blog-102885.html</link>
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                    <title>Six Miles with the Ming Dynasty</title>
                    <description>First Impressions Thick yellow haze hangs in the air hovering at eye level and drifting up to the gray windowless buildings above. Relentless horns from passing motorist and jingling bicycles echo through the narrow Hutong alleyways.  Another traffic jam perhaps  Senses come alive.  Somewhere up ahead a delicious aroma is wafting my way and...whoops.....I think I was very nearly just spit on t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Beijing/Great-Wall-of-China/blog-100451.html</link>
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                    <title>Racing Along with the Wind</title>
                    <description> Fraser IslandDappled sun beams stretch inch by infinite inch into my derelict tent warming my bare legs and rudely interrupting my vivid dreams.  The murky soothing coolness of night melts away as Morning shouts her brazen greetings urging us out of bed rumpled...sandy...and blurry eyed.....It's 5 a.m.  Too late I realize that dawn has just begun her salutations as I make some halfhearted att</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/Australia/Queensland/Rainbow-Beach/blog-96139.html</link>
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                    <title>A Little Bit of Fun..Resume of a Young Vagabond</title>
                    <description>NAME Ashley Elizabeth Cultra Ash to most of youCURRENT OCCUPATION Displaced marketing student currently avoiding the wrath of the corporate world.  Have chosen to spend the priceless years of my mid twenties hopping around foreign cities and off the beaten path destinations.  CAREER OBJECTIVE Eager to utilize 2 years of time tested experience on the international backpacker trail where I've pic</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/Australia/Queensland/Brisbane/Fortitude-Valley/blog-86646.html</link>
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                    <title>Snow Bunnies in Flight </title>
                    <description>From the big dizzy mountains that screen it to the deep deathlike valley's below......it's the beauty that fills me with wonder it's the stillness that fills me with peace. That little ditty is courtesy of Robert Service one of my father's favorite poets. His literature is primarily based on his experiences in the Yukon but I think his descriptions depict the austere splendour of New Zealand fl</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/Australia/Queensland/Brisbane/Fortitude-Valley/blog-83106.html</link>
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                    <title>Birthday Wishes in the Kingdom of Tonga</title>
                    <description>Painted banners crisscrossed the road balloons floated from downtown storefronts ringing kettle drums beat out the ldquoHappy Birthdayrdquo song.........although I wasn't perched next to the King when he blew out his birthday candles I have to say that I was thoroughly impressed with the birthday bonanza in Nukursquoalofa.  Royalty sure know how to throw a party especially when they are </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/Tonga/blog-72750.html</link>
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