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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from Danny   Gilly</description>
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                    <title>Togo  Benin</title>
                    <description>By the time we had crossed into Togo it was late in the day and we had little time to find the campsite. It was a bit unnerving as the moment you cross the border you are spat out right into the centre of Lome and forced to negotiate the gauntlet that is African urban driving. Even in the fading light you could see that the city had seen better days as we drove along the promenade passing the vari</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Togo/Lome/blog-780565.html</link>
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                    <title>Angry Elephants Castles and Muggings</title>
                    <description>The border of Ghana was a breath of fresh air. Although our French had come on leaps and bounds over the last several weeks it was nice to take a break and revert back to English. Ghana is still seen as a bit of a jewel in West Africa in terms of having one of the most stable governments in the region and a growing economy. The first thing we saw when crossing the border were the signs advertising</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Ghana/Ashanti/Kumasi/blog-757753.html</link>
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                    <title>Mali and Burkina</title>
                    <description>The first thing that struck us when we entered the Mali immigration control was just how professional everything looked. Uniforms were clean and crisp offices were neat and tidy and the officers were polite and friendly. Within 20 minutes we had been processed and were on our way with not a bribe in sight. We were slightly anxious with the prospect of heading to Bamako but we were soon distracted</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Burkina-Faso/Centre/Ouagadougou/blog-750861.html</link>
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                    <title>More Crap Roads More Bent coppers and Three Wheeled Cars</title>
                    <description>The rain continued to thunder down as we pulled in to the Guinea border police check point. We jumped out the car and made the dash to the immigration office but our efforts were wasted as we were soaked to the skin within seconds. By now the spray from the rain hitting the road danced up to our knees and we looked fairly pathetic as we entered the dark immigration office looking like drowned rats</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Guinea/Kankan/blog-737542.html</link>
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                    <title>Landmines Criminal Monkeys and Beaches</title>
                    <description>We set out across nomans land with certain sense trepidation. The three kilometre stretch of unpaved road between the two respective countries customs posts was heavily mined during the 70s as part of the on going conflict over the Western Sahara. The twisted remains of various shattered vehicles offered a sharp reminder as to what happens if you strayed off the marked path. In the distance we</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Senegal/Lower-Casamance/Cap-Skirring/blog-725809.html</link>
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                    <title>Sand Mountains and Bent Coppers</title>
                    <description>We left the motorway at Meknes and heading south passing through the fairly unremarkable towns of Azrou Midelt and Ar Rachida all the time keeping an eye on the mad antics of local drivers. Moroccans it has to be said are crap drivers they are very fatalistic with their approach to driving tail gating overtaking on blind corners  driving at night without lights and general other crap behavio</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Morocco/Dakhla/blog-720756.html</link>
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                    <title>Imperial Cities and Red Tape</title>
                    <description>Nador it did not look too encouraging from the boat as we approached the harbour a long sprawl of concrete apartment blocks and cheap hotels. The place had only been built after independence to provide Morocco with an alternative port to Spanish controlled Melilla a few kilometres to the north and the place had the look and feel of a town that had been thrown up in a hurry. ltspangtltspan</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Morocco/F-s-Boulemane/Fes/blog-715662.html</link>
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                    <title>The march across Europe</title>
                    <description>It was not the best of starts Gill had been up most of the night sick so there was no chance of catching the 9am ferry from Dover in the state she was in. We pinned her illness on a dodgy prawn from the curry we had the previous night. After some last minute rearranging of bookings and with Gill feeling marginally better we finally managed to get on the road around 10.30 and headed off to Dover v</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Provence-Alpes-C-te-d-Azur/Pierrefeu-du-Var/blog-713305.html</link>
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