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                    <title>Confessions of a Cyclist Part2 Cycling Dunedin to Christcurch</title>
                    <description>In five days and 400 kilometers I concluded my cycle tour of New Zealand.  My decision to bus it down to Dunedin and cycle back up from the South turned out to be a very wise one.  I've had a strong southerly wind to push me the entire way back to Christchurch along the soft undulating hills winding coastal roads and the flat plains of Canterbury.  The euphoric and effortless cycling has given m</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/South-Island/blog-384302.html</link>
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                    <title>Mountains do Cry</title>
                    <description>How can words descibe landscape so beautiful it makes your eyes hurt  There's not much I can say about the past few days I would like instead for the pictures to speak for themselves although my cheap digital camera fails to capture even a tenth of the granduer.  Just for some backround info though this is how I got to witness such overwhelming natural beautyAfter my stint of cycling to get</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/South-Island/Fiordland-National-Park/blog-382749.html</link>
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                    <title>Confessions of a Cyclist  Marlborough to Christchurch</title>
                    <description>After many lazy days drinking too much wine I have to admit it was a challenge to pick up my bicycle and set off again.  With autumn now in full swing I mounted my bike foolishly unprepared for the weather I was to encounter.  On the South Island the climate is most unique while the sun is hot enough to get a burn an arctic wind blows relentlessly up the island chilling you every time a clou</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/South-Island/Christchurch/blog-381548.html</link>
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                    <title>Galavanting in Golden Bay Sipping Sauvignon on the Side</title>
                    <description>Traveling alone is not a lonely as it may appear at first glance.  Solo travel opens you to a whole new realm of options simply not possible when you are traveling with another person.  I am now two months into my New Zealand trip and I have only spent one of those 60 days by myself.  Two weeks ago I waved goodbye to the North Island from the deck of the ferry and settled down with a book as the</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/South-Island/blog-377417.html</link>
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                    <title>Windy Welly</title>
                    <description>A stark contrast to hot vibrant Rotorua I was greeted my first day in Wellington with grey clouds hanging heavily over a windy damp metropolis.  Chic cafes lined every street calling to me like sirens with promises of silky cappucinos as I navigated my way through herds of pedestrians in muted business casual.Windy Welly as it is affectionately called is the San Francisco of the Southern Hem</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/North-Island/Wellington/blog-375911.html</link>
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                    <title>Hakas Rastas and Boiling Mud Pools Welcome to Rotorua</title>
                    <description>As if being situated just a few hundred meters above boiling lava wasn't hot enough the day I rolled into Rotorua temperatures hit a scorching 40C.  Rotorua is the hot spot literally for thermal activity in New Zealand emmiting that wonderful gag rotten egg sulfur smell which I started to get wind of when I was still 16km away.  Despite the smell Rotorua offers every kind of bathing you c</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/North-Island/Rotorua/blog-372010.html</link>
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                    <title>Greetings from the Kiwifruit Capital</title>
                    <description>Fifteen kilometers inland following the cool air as it blows over the gorgeous beaches dotting the Bay of Plenty lies an often overlooked yet fertile bit of land a place that prides itself as The kiwifruit capital of the world.  This district known as Te Puke has a lot of character and a hell of a lot of kiwis.It is here that I've spent the past week or so on a humble farm run by a lovely </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/North-Island/Bay-of-Plenty/blog-370824.html</link>
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                    <title>Cycling Coromandel to Tauranga</title>
                    <description>Having just pumped my way up a nice sized hill in the summer sun I spotted a seductive beach just begging me to dive in.  Joyously I did but forgot to remove my watch which promptly died.  With nothing but small farm communities laying ahead barely offering minimal food essentials I had no chance to replace it.  Since then I have been without any concept of time living out my days by the s</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/North-Island/Bay-of-Plenty/blog-368143.html</link>
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                    <title>The Dharma Bums</title>
                    <description>The sun is setting on my Buddhist sojourn as I reload my bicycle to continue onward in the morning over mountains and along sandy beaches and into the bay of plenty.  While at times it was fun playing Buddhist for the past two weeks I must admit I am a little relieved to be leaving Mahamudra centre behind and having a little bit of freedom in my life once more.  As the lamas say expectations a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/North-Island/Coromandel/blog-366270.html</link>
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                    <title>Buddhists sunburns and meat pies</title>
                    <description>19 hours after leaving behind a frozen Chicago in the midst of winter my plane landed into the welcoming arms of a New Zealand summer.  All in all things went smoothly with the flight although I was so dazed getting off the plane that I forgot my shoes on it and didn't realize until I was walking around barefoot in the arrival hallIn the airport I was greeted with the sight of imposing muscul</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/blog-361686.html</link>
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                    <title>A last long look as the sun sets behind the Orient</title>
                    <description>Like they say time flies when you're having fun.  My time in China ran out quickly and I can't believe that soon now I will be home seeing familiar faces and places except they will be different because I will have changed.  I have returned to Japan to gather my thoughts and my things before embarking on home.  But now I fear that coming home will be more difficult than any of the random obs</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Guangxi/Longji-Rice-Terraces/blog-326167.html</link>
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                    <title>Searching for luck on China's lesser traveled roads</title>
                    <description>On a typical summer's night I usually manage to become the victim of over a dozen misquito bits in under an hour while the companion next to me can walk away unharmed.Such is luck sometimes.  Many travelers to China might tell you that they ate suspicious food drank the local water or accepted invitations from questionable characters.  And they never had any problems.  But for those like me wh</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Guangxi/Yangshuo/blog-321958.html</link>
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                    <title>Bamboo Rafts Butterfly Caves and a little old lady named Mama Moon</title>
                    <description>Hello and thank you for all the wonderful support I've been recieving about my blog.  It is quite interesting to me that for the duration of the year that I kept a blog in Japan I only once recieved a comment from a Japanese who happened to have read my blog.  Yet in less than a month of traveling in China and only 3 blogs into it I have recieved numerous emails and comments from Chinese writin</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Guangxi/Yangshuo/blog-318764.html</link>
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                    <title>Escape from the cities finding serenity in southern China</title>
                    <description>It was a long journey to reach Yangshuo involving an overnight train ride that stretched from the far northern reaches of China down to the tropical south and then a 2 hour bus ride until I arrived in the beautifully bizarre landscape of Guangxi.  Guangxi is not typical to the rest of China.  It has a tropical feel more like Vietnam or Cambodia.  And being very close to the border it is home to</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Guangxi/Yangshuo/blog-317030.html</link>
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                    <title>Clay warriors cheap eats and fast bargains</title>
                    <description>Twentythree hours after leaving Shanghai I stepped off the train in X'ian the oldest capital of China and rich historical center.  During the long ride I met many amusing locals including two people who could speak some English and were eager to communicate with me.  They also served as interpreters for all the other passengers who had questions about where I was from and what I was doing the</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Shaanxi/Xi-an/blog-314961.html</link>
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                    <title>Shanghai in 3 days</title>
                    <description>Shanghai is perhaps not the best place to start out a trip to China.  Polluted crowded and chaotic it can be quite the reality shock for the unprepared.  Especially if you have just spent a year living in Japan the land of ultrapoliteness ultracleanliness and ultraefficientcy.  I think I was too concerned with pondering what kind of culture shock I would experience when I am to go home to</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Shanghai/blog-314092.html</link>
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                    <title>Sayonara Japan Kyotsukete</title>
                    <description>So this will be my last entry about Japan as this chapter of my life comes to an end tearHowever new things are on the horizon I will soon be arriving in Shanghai via ferry boat from Osaka ready to experience the yin and the yang of China.  Just thought I would share with you the great festival season I have enjoyed this summer and a few last thoughts on the land of the rising sun.Summer on</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Japan/blog-299424.html</link>
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                    <title>Cycling through the samurai castles and geisha districts of Kansai</title>
                    <description>Mooshi Mooshi to everyone whose taken the time to read my entries these past 12 months. My time in Japan is coming quickly to a close and I have just a few last experiences I'd like to share with you all before I leave behind green mountains and concrete cities of Japan for the unknown shores of China.Last week I said goodbye maybe forever to the SanIn coast and helped Chris move down to Hiko</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Japan/Kyoto/blog-307473.html</link>
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                    <title>A farewell to friends</title>
                    <description>I can hardly believe that in just 3 weeks I will be packing my bags and saying Sayonara to the SanIn coast which I have come to know so well.  At the end of July I will travel to the touristy Kansai region and spend two weeks cycling around Lake Biwa and Nara before I leave for Shanghai on August 15th.I will never forget the people I've met and the friends I have made during the past year.  I'</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Japan/Tottori/blog-297251.html</link>
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                    <title>Out for a stroll with Mr. Daisen</title>
                    <description>June has welcomed the rainy season to the shores of my humble abode although the days have been more humid and cloudy than rainy to the misfortune of the farmers whose young rice fields must remain submerged under a reflective sheet of water to survive.  The summer brings with it a seemingly endless string of festivals and events there are beach parties to attend watermelon marathons to run </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Japan/Tottori/blog-286035.html</link>
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