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                    <title>Good Morning Vietnam  Ho Chi Minh and Rubber chickens</title>
                    <description>Gooooood morning Vietnam Sorry that just has to be said. Last time I promise....So after the frolicking and buckets of Bangkok it was time for serious susan culture seeing in Ho Chi Minh City aka Saigon. But before we could do that we had to learn how in the name of a dead monkeys armpit you are supposed to cross a bloody road out here Gone are the days of worrying about cars cows and tuk tuk </description>
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                    <title>Bangkok  oh buckets I have missed you</title>
                    <description>.....and 4 years later I39m back in Bangkok. And my god have I missed it Things have changed quite a bit though  the streets are so much more westernised and my skanky old hostel that I stayed in last time is now some funky guest house with a restaurant bar internet cafe and live music playing all night. From backpacker to flashpacker in less than 4 years  forget some crazy Asian experie</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-613131.html</link>
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                    <title>MumbaiGoodbye and Goodnight India </title>
                    <description>So Mumbai was the final dot on the map for our 6 weeks in India. And we finally got to hang out with an Indian His name isAshish. Ashish is a boy we met on our notsofun train journey from Varanasi to Mumbai  you know  the 30 hour one after the leg... fun for all the family As it turned out there was some family fun in the form of Ashish his sister his multiple cousins his aunt and hi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/blog-590802.html</link>
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                    <title>Hampi  Boulders and Mongness Special Lassi Special Cookie Special Jazzy</title>
                    <description>So after two weeks of doing bugger all other than a lot of shopping sunbathing and alcohol indulgence in Go Go Goa we decided to go do bugger all somewhere else namely Hampi. Hampi is basically a very strange place. This strangeness was added to when we rocked up after our first 14 hour sleeper bus to be greeted by a mob of very excitable very LOUD and very grabby touts literally fighting to</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/blog-590550.html</link>
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                    <title>Go Go Goa....</title>
                    <description>Okay after the very depressive previous entry that sounded like the diaries of a suicidal fat kid imma cheer things up a bit with the magicalness of Palolem After a near on 30 hour train journey from Varanasi to Mumbai nearly missing a flight got to check in with 7minutes to spare being given VIP wheelchair service by the airlines whack on a bandage round yer leg and theyre putty in you</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Goa/Palolem/blog-589913.html</link>
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                    <title>Varanasi RatGate</title>
                    <description>For those of you that Ive spoke to and know of the legyoull get why this is a longunSo after our tearful farewell with Sanj we entered into Agra station to make our first Indian sleeper train journey. It started well. We walked in and were confronted with the sound of millions of tiny squawking birds nesting in the roof of the station. They were so loud that they were deafening and i</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/blog-588934.html</link>
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                    <title>TajTastic </title>
                    <description>So after three beautiful weeks of sharing a car and some enthralling conversations with Sanjay we finally got to the last leg of our trip with him and as expected we had one last lovers tiff. After driving for about 5 hours form Jaipur to Agra we finally arrived at a rather shitty hotel in the middle of nowhere with a creepy manager that looked like his front teeth had started to be extracted bu</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/blog-588287.html</link>
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                    <title>Jaipour</title>
                    <description>Right Jaipur was rainy so imma sum it up quick coz it basically was a bit of a pants stop gap before the Taj and also the biggest city in Rajistan but ho hum Now I dont know too many things about Jaipur but I do know that it fucking rained. And I also know haulingass around more forts and palaces in the rain  aint so much fun. We walked around a Observatory with a guide for a bit which </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Rajasthan/blog-586671.html</link>
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                    <title>Udaipur innit. </title>
                    <description>Udaipur is one of those cities that when it comes to traffic someone should really just say NO. Set around two beautiful lakes the city's buildings tower high above the water and form an intricate network of tangled back lanes and alleyways where impatient moped drivers and horn blasting tuk tuks and rusty old cars all compete to squeeze through the narrowest of gaps between a mixture of shops pe</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Rajasthan/Udaipur/blog-583677.html</link>
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                    <title>Jodhpur How Bazaar....Matt May the Monkeyman </title>
                    <description>Jodhpur surprisingly had another fort. Now not to be ungrateful but I think I can safely say we are all a bit forted out. Its not quite once you seen one you seen them all but they do get a weeeee bit repetitive. All the way back in downtown Delhi we were gagging for a fort but after about 6 they all start rolling in to one. And the history stuff is reeeaaalllly hard to followespeciall</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Rajasthan/Jodhpur/blog-582206.html</link>
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                    <title>Norway</title>
                    <description>Norway consists of 2 over enthusiastic Norwegian girls with American accents. One pretty and clearly aware of it Norway 1 and one a bit tubby and painfully obviously Norway 1's sidekick Norway 2. Even though this makes me feel slightly sorry for Norway 2 as soon as she opens her mouth my empathy seems to miraculously dissipate. Now it's not just the fact that they are European but speak with </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/blog-582203.html</link>
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                    <title>Jaisalmer Beers with Sanj and Colin the Camel </title>
                    <description>Jaisalmer is pretty damn awesome. It's a sprawling desert city which is carved entirely out of sandstone with a mammoth sandstone fort looming over it from the cliff top. Our hotel was situated just at the bottom of said cliff and had a beautiful rooftop restaurant with a stunning view out over the fort.We decided immediately that the only way to truly appreciate this epic view was to order 3 larg</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Rajasthan/Jaisalmer/blog-581434.html</link>
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                    <title>Mandawa  Bikaner Rat Temples and bum rape avoidence. </title>
                    <description>After Delhi we spent six lovely hours in a car with Sanjay always a delight and eventually we rocked up in a little town called Mandawa. Its a bit of a nothing place really  more of a stop gap to break up the journey to Bikaner but I guess it was quite nice seeing a quiet town after the hecticness of Delhi and one more hour with Sanjay telling me I am sexy may have resulted in some sort of</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/blog-568784.html</link>
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                    <title>Downtown Delhi</title>
                    <description>12 hours 1 transfer 3 plane meals and one crap Julia Roberts movie later 3 very tired ex drama students stepped out of Delhi international airport in 3 awesome straw hats. An s far no one has shat themselves Delhi is EPIC. There is no other word to use. From the moment we hopped into our little taxi van it smacked us in the face like a You've Been Tangoed ad  BAM Welcome to Delhi. It's just</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/blog-566852.html</link>
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