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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from Aubrey B</description>
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                    <title>Signing off...for now</title>
                    <description>I close my eyes as the plane gains speed its wheels regretfully lifting off the ground and I can feel the pull of gravity as we move further and furher into the sky. The land falls far below white clouds move in. I always hate this part the end of a trip. It39s bittersweet though too often I taste the bitter more than the sweet and I can39t help but wish for a delay or that I might have </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/California/Los-Angeles/Long-Beach/blog-715416.html</link>
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                    <title>The End of the Line</title>
                    <description>We come to the end of things here in the capitol of Vietnam Hanoi. In Saigon I confronted a new pace to life frantic and rushed. Da Lat and Sapa were both quiet their distances from the great cities freeing them from a press of too many people and Hoi An was like being transported back into a slightly twisted European culture. Now I find the capitol to be something all of its own as well. Ther</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Red-River-Delta/Hanoi/blog-715399.html</link>
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                    <title>The height of scamming and the top of the country. Connection</title>
                    <description>A night train in Vietnam is like anything else in Vietnam crazy. People rushing pushing falling and screaming to get to a train that could very well possibly leave without them. There are no platform numbers few train staff even fewer who speak English and the police in green uniforms hardly offer comfort with their austere unsmiling faces. I was saved by an equallyoverwhelmed British </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Northwest/Lao-Cai/Sapa/blog-713599.html</link>
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                    <title>A long way from beautiful Halong Bay</title>
                    <description>Fourteen hours on a bus and I go from midpoint Vietnam in Danang to the Northern capital of Hanoi. But I will leave this city for another time and skip over instead to Cat Ba the largest island of Halong Bay. Halong Bay and Lan Ha Bay which is the same thing just different province is supposedly one of those must see wonders of the world. Legend says the karst mountains at a distance appear</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Red-River-Delta/Hai-Phong/Cat-Ba-Island/blog-713804.html</link>
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                    <title>Gods on the Mountain Top</title>
                    <description>Sit back on a sleeper bus straight out of Harry Potter crazy driver and nearmisses included and relax...for a fifteen minute ride to the side of the highway where I39m dropped off on the outskirts of Danang. It39s the midpoint of Vietnam. I have been here for 15 days and I only have 13 left. Danang is ugly. Hate to say it but it is. Industrial and pushing for development it39s hard t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/South-Central-Coast/Da-Nang-/blog-713803.html</link>
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                    <title>Clothes ruins and sea storms and all in one location</title>
                    <description>If you were looking for a Western feel in the middle of such an Eastern country as Vietnam I think Hoi An might be the place. Maybe it39s the mansions now faded mustard yellow with dirt caked within the stone work that speak of an old colonial presence or the laternlit bridges that span the river creating a reflection of mulitcolored firefly lights or the hundreds of tailor shops lining th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/South-Central-Coast/Quang-Nam/Hoi-An/blog-711659.html</link>
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                    <title>The road slightly less traveled</title>
                    <description>It is time to descend the highlands and return to the coast. But first the inevitable transportation adventure. From Da Lat I take a bus to Nha Trang an ocean side town about 11 hours north of Saigon. The road is windy swithcbacks most the way. My seat companion rolls and stuffs orange peels up her nose which I admit I find odd. I also take offense because it39s one thing to know you smell bu</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/South-Central-Coast/Binh-Dinh/Qui-Nhon/blog-711647.html</link>
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                    <title>Da Da Da Lat</title>
                    <description>Vietnam one country so skinny....but sooooo longI feel like my time spent here has mostly been on buses. To get to my next destination it takes 11 hours me sitting next to an elderly Vietnamese man who I suspect is trying to block out my existence by holding up his newspaper like a wall between us. Our bus driver is anything but considerate and I believe he might be mistaking the sound of t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Central-Highlands/Lam-Dong/Da-Lat/blog-710198.html</link>
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                    <title>VC and rice</title>
                    <description>Saigon can only be digested in increments and so I had to get out for a few days. In Vietnam making money is the ultimate goal in their rising economy but unfortunately this new love for capitalism has brought with it an increase in swindling and a decrease in morality particularly considering tourists. Vendors in the street sell pirated everything and their uniformed brothers are no better org</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Mekong-River-Delta/Tien-Giang/My-Tho/blog-708739.html</link>
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                    <title>Rats cockroaches and guns</title>
                    <description>Showered backpack off teeth brushed after a 22 hour flight I sit on my bed savoring the airconditioned cool air and am at a loss for what to do. Simply because I have no idea where to begin. I can hear the honk of horns and the nasal melodic cries of the old woman pushing her cart through my closed window like the city39s intensity is so strong it beats itself against the glass trying t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/District-1/blog-708735.html</link>
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                    <title>From Paris to Oh la la</title>
                    <description>From the air it looks like any other city straight roads branching out from a cluster houses compacted into exact squares the lines etched with a razor from this vantage point. Skyscrapers and houses break up the landscape and rooftops here look like rooftops anywhere. Only the river is brown. And not brown like a mild layer of dirt but brown like milk mixed with coffee. It39s a filth that</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/District-1/blog-705709.html</link>
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                    <title>La La La La Rochelle</title>
                    <description>Spring isn39t just in Bordeaux it seems the whole country has jumped on the bandwagon. I passed fields while on the train that a month ago were covered in snow but are now blooming and bursting with color lavender flowers green grasses yellow blossoms apple trees with their pink flowers it39s almost enough to make one feel optimistic. We39ve come to the point in my travels where I</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Poitou-Charentes/La-Rochelle/blog-702355.html</link>
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                    <title>Bubbly Bordeaux</title>
                    <description>Open a champagne bottle. Take a firm grip and feel the tension in your body as you slowly push out the cork every muscle ready to fight or take flight. Feel the slight perspiration on your palm as sweat starts to form. Sense the pressure from the champagne trapped within the glass as it pushes up on the cork trying to take control from your slick hands. Right before the edge of the cork approach</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Aquitaine/Bordeaux/blog-702348.html</link>
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                    <title>Florence</title>
                    <description>Italian air it revitalizes my first Tuscanyfilled breath and I am ready for the next adventure. It39s something I39ve never been able to find elsewhere.Morning sunlight the color of burnished gold filters in through the closed shades of my bedroom which is also the kitchen window. It reminds me of olive oil of rosemary fountains splashing in the piazza of pasta swimming in tomato sa</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Tuscany/Florence/blog-697950.html</link>
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                    <title>Beer chocolate and wooden shoes</title>
                    <description>Walking running laughing skating bicycling kissing yelling crying watching loving hating whispering eating smoking drinking....LIVING. That39s Amsterdam and if you can39t keep up no worries there39s always another party to go to.Welcome back to all my faithful readers It39s been awhile and I know you39re waiting anxiously fingernails bitten down to nubs to hear an</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Belgium/Brussels-Capital-Region/Brussels/blog-697942.html</link>
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                    <title>La vie  Namur</title>
                    <description>Rain fog robbery and good beer a few days in Belgian life.Belgium As different from France as wine is from beer. Where the French are subtle and quiet Belgian prefer blunt caustic truth said with a smile to remove the bite. In France the wine flows but in Belgium the beer froths though both could care less about the it39s 5 o39clock somewhere rule.Namur Belgium is no doubt absent </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Belgium/Namur-Province/Namur/blog-693399.html</link>
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                    <title>I no speaken zhe Deuscht...</title>
                    <description>Annecy and its mountainous surroundings though so like home could not hold me stationary for long and indeed I began to feel antsy. To get the joke think on pronunciation. And so off to...Well that answer was rather difficult to decide. I wanted very badly to head towards Beaune and its nearby pilgrimage sight but somehow it seems pilgrims these days are expected to be rich and able to affo</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Alsace/Colmar/blog-691941.html</link>
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                    <title>Annecy and a little taste of home</title>
                    <description>I have moved further into the RhneAlps region and planted myself in what I assume would be considered the foothills of those enormous and somewhat daunting peaks. My village of choice Annecy has the best of both worlds slow flowing rivers crisscross the old town leaving old buildings to open right on the water and after losing yourself in the very medievalfeeling alleyways you exit back out </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Rhone-Alpes/Annecy/blog-690430.html</link>
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                    <title>Lyon</title>
                    <description>ltstrong idinternalsourcemarker0.7239225290250033 stylecolor 000000 fontfamily 39Times New Roman39 lineheight normal fontsize mediumgtTen hours on a train is brutal I must say especially when your faithful Kindle recently decided to break down taking all of your reading material with it. Who knew that selfentertainment would be so hard So I left Biarritz in the s</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Rhone-Alpes/Lyon/blog-689211.html</link>
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                    <title>The Basques and My Surfing...vicariously</title>
                    <description>Note to self Look at train ticket after purchase to determine if indeed it isa train ticket. SheeshLeft the Toulouse hostel the one way in the bumstink to use my previous words right when the sun a bright blood redorange peeked over the rooftops. Ah that makes it all worth it. Took a train to Bordeaux where I got to witness myself circa ten years ago. A mother set her young daughter </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Aquitaine/Biarritz/blog-687977.html</link>
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