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<title>Travel Blog | Kenny G</title>
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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from Kenny G</description>
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                    <title>Anjozorobe Madagascar's Highlands A teacher's view</title>
                    <description>3 hours drive north of Madagascars capital Antananarivo is a small agricultural town named Anjozorobe. It is surrounded by green hills and enormous stretches of rice paddies. Local farmers are certainly liable to the slash and burn culture which means there are few trees about but the production of nutritious red rice still has high yields.People wear a huge array of hats. Some don more tra</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Madagascar/Antananarivo/Ankorondrano/blog-716802.html</link>
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                    <title>The Life Story of a Manali Guesthouse Worker</title>
                    <description>Rujul kicks back in an armchair and looks over the valley towards Old Manali from his Vashisht guesthouse. With intensity he draws on his trusty chillum and looks at me with his dark Keralan face. At 39 years old he looks just 29. His face shows experience but playfulness can be seen in his brown eyes and pointy features. I ask how he came to be a guest house worker in the Himalayas. He exhales t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Himachal-Pradesh/Manali/blog-716749.html</link>
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                    <title>Diskit and Ladakh's 4th incarnation of Buddha</title>
                    <description>I am a 35 metre tall statue of Maitreya Buddha. I stare down the Shyok river towards Pakistan from Diskit Gompa. This valley where I sit is situated just a couple of hours drive down from the worlds highest motorable pass Khardung La 17582ft. On the other side of this formidable pass lies Ladakh39s Capital city Leh. I am the fourth incarnation of the Buddha and without my legs crosse</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Jammu-and-Kashmir/Ladakh/Diskit/blog-716657.html</link>
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                    <title>Rome... The most Laid Back Capital in Europe</title>
                    <description>But if one is idle surely it is depressing to live year after year among the ashes of things that once were mighty. This statement about Rome in Henry Jamess novel Roderick Hudson makes for a persuasive argument but I would argue that Romes lackadaisical atmosphere which revels in disorganization and lounging in the streets must be one of the most contented in Europe.What follows i</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Lazio/Rome/blog-711126.html</link>
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                    <title>MotorBiking Ladakh 2 Lamayuru DhaHanu Dinner with the Military Aryan villages and Moonland view.</title>
                    <description>Hiring twowheelers from Himalaya bikes near the main street of Leh we headed past Chilling and the Zanskar River towards our destination the province of DhaHanu in the far west of Ladakh. Himalaya bikes is a very good place to hire motorbikes in Leh by the way. The people running it are very reasonable and prices are astoundingly cheap. We took a detour to Likir to see the Dalai La</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Jammu-and-Kashmir/Ladakh/Lamayuru/blog-707829.html</link>
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                    <title>Motorbiking Ladakh Leh to Pangong Tso</title>
                    <description>After whitewater rafting the Zanskar river My Danish friend and I headed out on motorbikes. I was on a Yamaha and my friend on an Enfield Thunderbird. We speeded out from Leh in the early morning leaving behind the dusty clouds of traffic. On the way to Karu fuel station we visited Stakna Gompa with amazing views of the Indus valley. I actually spent all day trying to start the bike in gears 2</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Jammu-and-Kashmir/Ladakh/Pangong-Tso/blog-707761.html</link>
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                    <title>HindiHimshe's on the Delhi to Bangalore Express</title>
                    <description>After two days of being violently ill in Paharganj trapped in a stuffy and windowless hotel room I took a 36 hour train from Delhi to Bangalore. At 6am the train passed through the Delhi slums on the way out. Locals sat on the side of the railway each with a plastic bottle ready to answer the call of nature. Other men presumably employed tapped idly on the track with chisels without really ac</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Madhya-Pradesh/Hoshangabad/blog-707729.html</link>
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                    <title>The SuperDogs of India and Animal welfare.</title>
                    <description>Mans best friend as dogs are often named in developed nations couldnt be a more inappropriate term for the dogs of India. The number of stray dogs in India is simply staggering. Some dogs have been so badly treated that they have come to fear humans even those who try to feed them. Instead of jumping at the chance for free food many Indian dogs cower and whimper away from the human </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Karnataka/Bangalore/blog-707696.html</link>
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                    <title>India's Life With Garbage</title>
                    <description>Apart from the sensual overload of sights smells noise and people probably the first thing a foreigner notices on arrival in India is the pollution and litter. Even amongst the decrepit housing animals wandering the streets and the unwholesome smells it is often the litter and garbage that stands out most notably. In his 2003 publication Rewriting Indian History Francois Gautier put fo</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Jammu-and-Kashmir/Jammu-City/blog-707391.html</link>
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                    <title>Srinagar 'The Dal Lake and Valley of Eagles'</title>
                    <description>Budget travellers can avoid the cost of flying in to Srinagar from Delhi by taking the winding road up from Jammu to observe the spectacular terraced agriculture and gushing river valleys of Kashmir state. It is a crammed highway however and the views can be eclipsed by outrageous and unnerving driving manoeuvres. Regarding the insurgency the safest and quickest options are the somu minivans. </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Jammu-and-Kashmir/Srinagar/blog-707295.html</link>
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