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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from Chris and Amy</description>
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                    <title>"Sittin' in the Railway station Got a ticket for my destination..."</title>
                    <description>Well...not quite a railway station. Lima Airport to be exact waiting for our flight back home after 859 of the most amazing days I should ever hope to encounter in my life. With a sense of relief excitement melancholy and all manner of other emotions it39s on the shores of the Pacific Ocean that our time on the road has come to an end or for now at the very least...I wrote those word</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Merseyside//blog-773642.html</link>
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                    <title>Ending It on a High Note</title>
                    <description>And so this is the end of the road. The path that we set out on have been enthralled with and challenged by shed tears of happiness and anguish upon have thrived and stumbled upon the road that we have travelled for almost nine hundred days enters its final chapter. There have not been many things that we have done along this colossal journey that could be construed as taking the easy option </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Machu-Picchu/blog-738227.html</link>
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                    <title>Decisions Decisions...</title>
                    <description>Cusco is as pretty a town as any that South America has to offer. Situated in the Sacred Valley its the gateway to the world famous wonder Machu Picchu and is surrounded by green rolling hills. From the main Square of Plaza de Armas you stand upon ancient cobbled stones amidst colonial era churches for which the boulders were pilfered long ago from even further back Inca placed stones. In Cu</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Cusco/Cusco/blog-733783.html</link>
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                    <title>An Introduction to the Inca</title>
                    <description>Thankfully mercifully whatever one may say about a three hour journey that took us from La Paz to the shores of Copacabana on Lake Titicaca we arrived safe and unharmed for what would be a two night stay. Rather than stay in the town of Copacabana itself a pleasant place with all the creature comforts you could hope for at this stage of our trip we decided upon the advice of others to stay on</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/La-Paz-Department/Lake-Titicaca/blog-728919.html</link>
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                    <title>Getting high in La Paz</title>
                    <description>A mildly eventful bus journey had taken us from Uyuni to Tupiza one where our driver simply abandoned the bus in the middle of some backcountry mining village only to reboard our vehicle an hour later perhaps with a little more confidence before almost driving us off the side of a cliff.  Of course I say mildly more so because of all the truly horrific stories you hear about Bolivi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/La-Paz-Department/La-Paz/blog-725826.html</link>
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                    <title>Giddy Up Raw Hide</title>
                    <description>Bolivia is South Americas most indigenous country.  It is also its poorest.  For us these factors make it arguably the most interesting to travel. First stop Uyuni.  We were greeted by women in traditional dress shinlength skirts puffed out above many layers of netting and underneath them woollen socks pulled high to cover the knee fixed in place with string.  Feet cramped into tiny cu</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Potosi-Department/Tupiza/blog-725208.html</link>
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                    <title>Into the Abyss</title>
                    <description>Standing on the precipice of what looks and feels like an alien world is undoubtedly one of the most surreal experiences of our journey thus far perhaps the most.  Yet here we are at the Bolivian border a comically unintimidating adobe hut in the centre of an immense open range of nothingness.  A single distinguishable landmark can be seen for miles around in any direction the domi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Potosi-Department/Salar-de-Uyuni/blog-723186.html</link>
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                    <title>Starry Starry Night</title>
                    <description>To spend 24 hours on a bus and not lose it completely is a painstakingly acquired skill nurtured over time.  Lots of time.  We have acquired it.  Slowly.  Gradually with every ride longer than the next.  Passing time is a skill.  Switching off.  Waiting for as long as you can before picking up that book just to put it down after a couple of pages as the road is just too bumpy.  And now you feel </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Chile/Antofagasta-Region/San-Pedro-de-Atacama/blog-722027.html</link>
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                    <title>Tiene Problemas</title>
                    <description>And so our path winds on figuratively of course but in this instance quite literally also. Those who have taken the road from Mendoza to Valparaiso or Santiago will recall quite vividly the meandering highway that greets those upon entering Chile. It seems the people responsible for this particular stretch of tarmac fully embraced the idea that there is little point to descending or ascending a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Chile/Valparaiso-Region/Valparaiso/blog-721457.html</link>
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                    <title>An unlikely success story of drink riding</title>
                    <description>Crossing the entire width of Argentina from Buenos Aires to Mendoza we begin by driving head on into a spectacular sunset. As the daylight faded then the colour the sky blackened but the darkness that remained was short lived as we continued for the duration of the journey alongside a raging electrical storm. Arriving in Mendoza at the foot of the Andes mountain range it was still dark at 8</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Mendoza/Mendoza/blog-719759.html</link>
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                    <title>Leaving...Wanting More</title>
                    <description>The awesome impact of a plane landscape can be vastly underrated. People seek out mountains and valleys majesty and splendour but as the saying goes sometimes you fail to see the forest for the trees. An early morning taxi and boat ride later and we found ourselves no longer in Buenos Aires but in Uruguay an oft overlooked and predominantly rural country sandwiched between Brazil and Argentina</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Uruguay/West/Colonia-del-Sacramento/blog-717824.html</link>
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                    <title>Two to Tango</title>
                    <description>Im smart enough to know when to be Yankee and when to be Canadian eh So said the bleachblonde bombshell in her seventies fixing the bat winged 50s spectacles with one hand fixing the wad of foreign notes stashed in her bra with the other... Its the eccentrics that give the best advice though you often fail to realise it at the time. It was this pearl that came to mind whilst</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Palermo-Soho/blog-716122.html</link>
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                    <title>A few days off the Gringo Trail</title>
                    <description>And so we put Brazil in our rear mirror for now at least. We were genuinely conflicted about leaving such an amazing country. Of course we describe Brazil in such a way but really as Amy accurately stated a couple of days ago we feel as though we dont know Brazil at all. Such is its size its diversity both geological and cultural provide a place that much like Indonesia one could travel f</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Paraguay/blog-715655.html</link>
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                    <title>Foz meets Foz</title>
                    <description>We were sad to be departing Paraty our adopted home for the previous four nights and a place we will remember for a long time to come.  I suppose it is better to leave a place and feel a sense of sadness at the departure than linger too long and leave feeling fed up but Paraty felt like one of those places where our stay would never reach such a limit.  Beaches beauty and atmosphere the town h</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Paran-/Foz-do-Igua-u/Igua-u-National-Park/blog-714257.html</link>
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                    <title>A Love Affair From the Start</title>
                    <description>Little Paraty just four hours from Brazils big and boisterous Rio de Janeiro is a world away from the year round carnival atmosphere of its famed big city.  To be brief quaint quiet and cobblestoned.  To do it justice a town of gorgeous colonial charm which would appeal to even the most stubborn modernist.  With a pleasant community atmosphere Paraty showcases numerous charming churc</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Rio-de-Janeiro/Paraty/blog-713584.html</link>
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                    <title>Tall and Tan and Young and Lovely</title>
                    <description>Descending out of the gathering cold and cloud we caught our first breathtaking glimpse of Rio de Janeiro.  Its famous coastline of countless beaches oddly formed peaks and one particularly famous statue appeared from nowhere as we excitedly squashed our faces against the window of the aeroplane our eyes straining to catch sight of one of Rios more famous landmarks  at that height impossi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Rio-de-Janeiro/Rio-de-Janeiro/Santa-Teresa/blog-713163.html</link>
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                    <title>A Tale of Two Cities The Pink and the Blue</title>
                    <description>Rajasthan Indias desert state. Its everything one might expect from a desert especially at this time of year in the searing premonsoon heat which makes the land arid and void of colour. Nonetheless Rajasthan is the most colourful state of all India for the people paint the landscape here.Our train passed though many small settlements where the women and men alike appeared from a distanc</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Rajasthan/Jodhpur/blog-704248.html</link>
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                    <title>Sand  Colour The Land of Kings</title>
                    <description>Our train clatters forwards along the sand strewn iron further and deeper into the heart and heat of the Great Thar Desert a scorched barren wasteland of scrub slate and sand along Indias North West boarders.  The increasing morning heat is already ominous sand drifts in through the open windows of the train creating a coarse covering on the leather seats of our carriage a frustration in</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Rajasthan/Jaisalmer/blog-705180.html</link>
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                    <title>The Wild Life</title>
                    <description>We sit quietly on the banks of the river.  The calm waters reflect the diminishing glare of the late afternoon sun as it sets to the west lulling us into wonderfully absent minded reverie.  The storks herons and other water birds seen during the day have since vacated the river and there is little sign of the crocodiles known to frequent these shores save for the occasional bark from a watchful</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Chitwan/blog-703113.html</link>
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                    <title>HAPPY HOLI</title>
                    <description>My first encounter with the Hindu Festival of Holi came in my first year of university whilst living with a girl from Delhi whose name I cannot now remember exactly but know it was one of either Kayak or Canoe. I wont however forget in a hurry how she almost set fire to us all in our sleep one night nor am I likely to forget the day when she burst into our communal kitchen accom</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Pokhara/blog-699244.html</link>
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