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                    <title>Tibet China a little Canada and Closing Thoughts</title>
                    <description>Tibet is known as the Roof of The World for it is the highest and largest plateau on earth and to that roof is where I wanted to go. While still in Nepal roaming around the neighborhoods of Kathmandu I was able to find a travel company that offered a sevenday guided package trip up to the politically turbulent region. In general Ive become reluctant to taking extended guided tours with set </description>
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                    <title>Nepal</title>
                    <description>From India I headed north for the mighty Himalayas of Nepal. Before leaving I paid the equivalent of just under fourteen dollars for a trip that included a bus ride all the way to the IndianNepalese border a stay in a hostel a second bus ride into central Nepal and as if that wasnt enough free breakfast I was smug with my seasoned worldly bargainhunting prowess. My complacent grin how</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/blog-416145.html</link>
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                    <title>India</title>
                    <description>As I exited the Mumbai airport in the backseat of a classic 30 yearold non airconditioned corroding cab and drove towards the city my brain struggled to process the superabundance of stimuli it was receiving. Out the open window I was introduced to the heat the dirt the crowds the traffic the noise the cows the dogs the goats the poor the rich the slums the rising new shiny buildings</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/blog-402942.html</link>
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                    <title>ThailandCambodiaLaos</title>
                    <description>I headed over to Thailand to meet my two friends from home Rob and Buster who were flying in from New York. Editors note Busters real name is Michael and he is a fine and intelligent fellow who has long outgrown his old nickname but it feels unnatural for me to refer to him as anything else. So for our purposes here he will be Buster. Thanks for your cooperation. Lets continu</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/blog-378488.html</link>
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                    <title>Korea  Hong Kong</title>
                    <description>Following my twomonth interlude back in the USA I decided to kick off the Eastern leg of my trip in Seoul Korea. My Canadian friend Ben whom I met last summer while we were both traveling in Israel lives in Seoul and encouraged me to come on over. You may recall from my Israel post that Ben is the worm truck delivery driver which is true but when not in North America his main occupation is</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/South-Korea/blog-374505.html</link>
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                    <title>New York. A Return.</title>
                    <description>After traveling for seven richly filled months the idea of a return home for a break appealed to me. I missed my friends and family. I could get a rest save some money be home for Thanksgiving the presidential election and even celebrate the most important day of the year Halloween. When I landed at JFK my mother and sister Sara were there to excitedly greet me. As we drove from the airport</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/New-York/blog-358324.html</link>
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                    <title>Ireland</title>
                    <description>Well my friends as most of you know I am currently sitting in the continental United States of America and am basking in my return home. I hope that everyone is enjoying the holiday season and I wish the best new year to you all. This post is probably overdue but the American people have conspired to keep me extremely busy. I will be hitting the road again soon starting in South Korea but be</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Ireland/blog-346695.html</link>
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                    <title>France</title>
                    <description>Before I decided to throw my life into a backpack and head across the ocean I had a job. I worked for a French company and one of the beautiful little perks at this company was that at no charge at all one could sign up for private French lessons which I took full advantage of. When I announced that I was respectfully resigning in the pursuit of giving my passport a workout my French tutor Sop</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/blog-328438.html</link>
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                    <title>Turkey</title>
                    <description>Following my cargo ship ride from Israel I spent a few days on the island of Cyprus and then bought a ticket on a ferry bound for Turkey. I boarded the modern boat and sat down inside next to a middleaged pudgy short man who was wearing jean shorts and had his white socks pulled high. The boat quickly filled up with its 300 passengers and then we were off. A few minutes into the trip he leane</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/blog-320405.html</link>
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                    <title>Israel</title>
                    <description>Hello AllIm sorry Ive been a little behind on my blog. I left Israel and have been in southern Turkey along the coast and it is hot. It is gorgeous down here but the heat of the Middle East in July can wear you down to the point where you dont want to do anything that requires any physical or mental effort. But I digress lets get on to IsraelFollowing my three hours with the welcom</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Israel/blog-293660.html</link>
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                    <title>Sinai Peninsula  Jordan </title>
                    <description>Id be lying if I said I wasnt a little anxious about traveling on my own. When Charles left Cairo and flew back to New York and our tour was over I awoke to an empty hotel room and the reality of my new world was unmistakable. There were no longer any friends or family to journey with or to help do research or share in the decisions or simply be there for company. I moved into a hostel a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Jordan/blog-289539.html</link>
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                    <title>Syria  Egypt</title>
                    <description>America Welcome. Along with a smile and a handshake this has been the response we have received from nearly every person we met in Syria. When you first arrive in this country and you look around it doesnt look all that hospitable. It is dry and dusty. The buildings are not particularly beautiful from a Western esthetic pointofview. There is urban sprawl holes in the road and ever</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Syria/blog-279707.html</link>
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                    <title>South African Coast</title>
                    <description>	Brian and I have been tearing across South Africa on a road trip that would make Jack Kerouac proud. Every stop along the way has offered new adventures new people to meet and more good times to be had. In the spirit of Kerouac we even picked ourselves up a hitchhiker. Well hes not really a hitchhiker hes actually a Norwegian guy named Niels pronounced Neals whom I prefer to ca</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/South-Africa/Eastern-Cape/blog-272478.html</link>
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                    <title>South Africa  Mozambique</title>
                    <description>Greetings from Africa Im alive and doing well. Although I did accidentally swallow about a liter of a muddy African river a few days ago but more on that later. Starting out on this trip I honestly thought Id find wifi hotspots in the hostels we would be staying at and maybe even at the bush camps which are pretty substantial. But guess what I discovered Africa is not like midtown </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Mozambique/Southern/Maputo/blog-255493.html</link>
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                    <title>New York. It begins.</title>
                    <description>Hello everyone. If you are receiving this message you are now on my official travel blog subscription list If in the unlikely event you don't want to receive these updates you can simply unsubscribe and instead go back to reading stories on Eliot Spitzer's prostitutes. First off I just want to thank everyone who was a part of my two departure parties. All those from the office at Natixis t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/New-York/New-York/blog-255506.html</link>
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