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<title>Travel Blog | Jenni Jen</title>
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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from Jenni Jen</description>
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                    <title>Beach Hopping with Baby</title>
                    <description>As with any couple expecting their first child the excitement anticipation and the challenge of the learning curve were colossal. Unlike most couples expecting their first child we were living a drifters lifestyle and had none of the traditional logistical groundwork laid not even a particular country we could call home. Pragmatism was the new name of the game our four months in Africa we</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Boracay/blog-331816.html</link>
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                    <title>The King and We</title>
                    <description>Peeking out from over the yellow grassy bank seven little sets of brown eyes widened eyebrows and mouth corners arching upwards in unison as the rest of their bodies whipped into motion waving pushing laughing and running down to the road. Mzungu Mzungu Having rallied dozens of their fellow red and blue uniformed classmates with the call a fusillade of highpitched OW are Y</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Uganda/Western-Region/Lake-Bunyonyi/blog-324842.html</link>
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                    <title>The TeachingEnglishinKorea Blog</title>
                    <description>You speakee English You want easy money Come work my school   Excerpt from my third phone interviewOK actually that was about the WHOLE interview.The bank account was looking rather paltry and I jumped on the train of easy employment teaching English in Seoul along with tens of thousands of other native speakers. Despite my cynicism on life in Korea I have to admit that the work itself</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/South-Korea/Seoul/blog-118713.html</link>
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                    <title>Memoirs of a Geisha Chaser</title>
                    <description>So .... do they or don' t they  This question undoubtedly enters the mind of many a tourist that strolls the narrow alleys of Hanamikoji Dori at night while a soft golden glow inside the buildings lets them snatch a quick glimpse of those lucky few being entertained in the world of willows and flowers. Admittance beyond the quasiimpenetrable gates of the geisha houses generally requires a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Japan/Kyoto/blog-77833.html</link>
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                    <title>A Tokyo Teaser</title>
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                    <title>Malaysia Truly Asia</title>
                    <description>Hustling hawkers exhaust fumes international fast food chains neon lights traffic. Though this was not the vision I had conjured up with Malaysias tourism mantra perhaps Kuala Lumpur was a good microcosm of Southeast Asias cities. For the bad and the ugly in this part of the world were also accompanied by the bright and beautiful colorful tropical fruits and flowers in the marketp</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Wilayah-Persekutuan/Kuala-Lumpur/blog-50309.html</link>
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                    <title>1000 Kilometers Down the Andaman Sea</title>
                    <description>In a candlelit room in Kanthaya the beach that seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world we learned via BBC radio that Burma had secretly changed its capital. Overnight the generals pulled out of Yangon and snuck 400 km farther north to Pyinmana an outoftheway blurb on the map where plans for new government and army headquarters would be accompanied by fortified bunkers and tunnels. T</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Railay/blog-46133.html</link>
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                    <title>Private Sector Torture and the Crowning Glory of Myanmar</title>
                    <description>It is said that one can only know one extreme once she has known its opposite such as sorrow carving out a space in your heart so that you may also know love more deeply. And so it goes with life on the road as well for the plucking of a travel pearl increases in value with every tightlipped sea creature you have to battle in pursuit of it.Since the buses only run at night getting from Bagan t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Western-Burma/Thandwe/blog-36567.html</link>
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                    <title>Time Travel and the Tourist Warp</title>
                    <description>Upon finally reaching the big city I somehow feel tricked for instead of springing into the modernity that metropolises often bring it seems that I stepped back into a bygone decade. Bus videos censor through the love scenes music videos depict a wouldbe suitor trying desperately to wrest his young love from her parents everwatchful eye for an innocent handhold the afterdusk city </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Mandalay/blog-29681.html</link>
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                    <title>Bewitched The Wonders of the Shan State</title>
                    <description>The night could be described as nothing less than magicalsitting on the veranda of a restaurant in Nyaungshwe after dark I watched the town slowly come to life as each restaurant home and shop lit dozens of candles and paper lanterns on their streetfront sides. The chanting coming from the main pagoda in town had been going steady for the past 24 hours and the faded singsongy mantra gave a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Kalaw/blog-28170.html</link>
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                    <title>Sex and the Countryside</title>
                    <description>If I could have crossed the border near Mae Hong Son I would have left this country with a tempered view and an admiration for its aesthetical attributes as well as its friendly locals but alas  frosting and sprinkles alone arent enough to make a bland cake into an awardwinning recipe.My first stop after Sukhothai was the border town of Mae Sot which turned out to have little to see other </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/North-West-Thailand/Mae-Hong-Son/blog-25207.html</link>
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                    <title>Who Stole My Thailand</title>
                    <description>Though I had already waited out an eleven hour layover after a very short last night in Germany I could scarcely think of sleeping on the equally long flight out of sheer excitement at FINALLY being on my way to Southeast Asia. Five years ago I had heard of the Freeman Foundations scholarships to study in Asia and had started this lovely obsession with the region which continued long after my</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/North-West-Thailand/Sukhothai/blog-22979.html</link>
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                    <title>Stargazing in Fairytale Land</title>
                    <description>Ten years ago I first set foot in this tiny place wondering how I could survive a week let alone an entire year. My request to be placed with a family in the former DDR for my exchange year had been granted but the old proverb of Be careful what you wish for was running through my head as we rolled down one of only five streets in town to my new home. Forget looking for this place on an</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/Mecklenburg-Vorpommern/Brunow/blog-22251.html</link>
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                    <title>And finally ... The One With Personality</title>
                    <description>Whatever her sister Croatia was lacking in personality Bosnia made up for tenfold. The sayings that What doesnt kill you makes you stronger and that conflict breeds character serve to explain why this last of my Balkan sisters was not only the most controversial but also the most interesting as well.Though I had been easily mesmerized by the physical beauty of Croatia it was about on </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Bosnia-and-Herzegovina/South/Mostar/blog-21105.html</link>
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                    <title>The Beauty Queen</title>
                    <description>I pulled my hood over my head and huddled inside my sweatshirt for warmth as the train rolled through misty Ljubljana. I dozed off to the sight of colourful cathedrals and castle turrets peeking out of the fogcovered hills as the sun fought to break through the clouds. A late night prior to departure ensured that I slept straight through to my destination point of Rijeka Croatia. But when I open</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Croatia/Istria/Opatija/blog-19333.html</link>
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                    <title>The Tale of Three Sisters 1 The WellRounded One</title>
                    <description>For seventeen days I wandered between three of the exYugoslav republics with Slovenia as both the first and the last stop on my trip.  Like part of a family they all share certain common elements of history language cuisine and culturebut just like any one of three sisters who is constantly admired for her similarities to the other two each would be quick to highlight what differentiates</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Slovenia/Upper-Carniola/Kranjska-Gora/blog-18601.html</link>
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                    <title>And in Ring 2 Wanderlust vs. Life in the Hood</title>
                    <description>While flipping through some cultural magazine I once read If you really want to know a country work there.And I must admit there is a lot of truth to that statement. For even though I had lived in Rome for 8 months prior to my current sojourn here I feel that I know the city in a completely different way due to my experience in the last 10 weeks. As a student I may have wrapped up in th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Lazio/Rome/blog-16151.html</link>
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                    <title>Hot Springs  Take Three</title>
                    <description>So Boquete is one of those towns that everyone intends on staying in for 2 or 3 days and ends up being in forever. On Sunday I headed back to Boquete to potentially meet up with Maayan and Shachar again although I didn't actually know if they would be there or not. However David isn't really a great town to stay in so it would have been worth it anyway to go to Boquete since it is cheap and ther</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Central-America-Caribbean/Panama/Chiriqui/Boquete/blog-3588.html</link>
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                    <title>Sunsets on the Pacific</title>
                    <description>After a brief stay in Costa Rica with an open mind to staying and hiking in Corcovado I decided I just wasn't feeling it and had to keep moving on. Golfito was pretty and surely a very small gem in comparison to what Peninsula de Osa would have been but it just seems like there is something missing in Costa Rica. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time but now that I am in Nicaragua it see</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Central-America-Caribbean/Nicaragua/Southern-Pacific-Coast/San-Juan-del-Sur/blog-3826.html</link>
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                    <title>Graduation Day SPF 30</title>
                    <description>Despite being smack in the midst of no less than 12 other travelers boasting shades of bronze that I will never ever be I am nonetheless proud to report that I left my Babies' SPF 45 sunblock behind for a glorious day on the beach without the slightest trace of sunburn. Yesterday I spent in San Juan del Sur again since I fell asleep after breakfast and missed the ferry to Majagual so I spent the</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Central-America-Caribbean/Nicaragua/Southern-Pacific-Coast/San-Juan-del-Sur/blog-3897.html</link>
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