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                    <title>City of JC</title>
                    <description>Rio de Janiero  the land of big bronzed bikini clad butts and high esteems. What other size 18 women bare their mounds in fetching fluorocoloured bikinis Bikinis which are more an assortment of small triangles held together by flimsy elastic than what one would consider swimwear. Bikinis that dig into side back flesh and disappear into folds. Good on them  this is not a criticism  more the be</description>
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                    <title>Hospitalised in Cuba</title>
                    <description>People laughed when I told them I was riding a bike through Cuba. Veronica at work humoured at my distress when I discovered one of the riding days was 98km added me on facebook promising to closely follow my demise. But I remained determined and during my 2 weeks prior at a friends place in Mexico City I made the conscious effort to use the stairs to the ninth floor even when I returned </description>
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                    <title>Milk con in Habana Cuba. </title>
                    <description>In 2006 I flicked through a travel book and came to rest on the pages that homed Cuba. Immediately I had a rush of nostalgia like the long lost and expatriated veteran coming home. Only I was a stranger to this place. I saw pictures of chipped paint and crack facades revealing beneath the era of the colonial empire. And that of the new world ironically the world of the 1950s with USSR branding a</description>
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