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<title>Travel Blog | Marcoelitaliano</title>
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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from Marcoelitaliano</description>
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                    <title>Christian County of Honduras U.S.A.</title>
                    <description>My first awakening in Honduras was under the cacophony of an anarchist orchestra made up of hundreds of tropical birds. They didnt have a megaphone like the one that for one year five times a day the imam of ukurcumas Mosque in Istanbul had used to remind me from very close distance that the Almighty God was calling me but the decibels were the same.I had arrived the night before after</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Central-America-Caribbean/Honduras/Western/Florida/blog-549170.html</link>
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                    <title>The Accidental Expat</title>
                    <description>It was April Id just got back to Abruzzo after another experience on the road. Spring was well underway in its annual task of making the world and our lives more colorful. The earthquake had struck. Hardly. Invisible waves in the night breaking stones bending steel plowing old roads and paving new ones instead. Those leading to the grave.And then the usual routine of fear obviousness and me</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/Marmara/Istanbul/blog-472130.html</link>
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                    <title>Hope</title>
                    <description>Saturday December 12th dawned promising one of those warm sunny days unique rather than rare this time of the year here in Galicia. We were coming from 10 consecutive days of rain and the blue of the sky so clear and diaphanous looked like a chimera. Indeed a few hours after that would prove to be a chimera By midday some sort of unhealthy semipermeable haze looking like clabber darkened tha</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Galicia/Cape-Finisterre/blog-461070.html</link>
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                    <title>Generation Lonely Planet</title>
                    <description>I'm an optimist who's continually forced to come to terms with reality. When I was still in Thailand my plan was to travel overland to Italy. No planes. And so I in great solemnity ripped my return ticket to Rome off a burgeous symbol and set in motion well with imagination more than in reality. I was still only in my imagination in Tibet when I realized that those high mountains are simpl</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Goa/Benaulim/blog-424365.html</link>
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                    <title>The Locomotive</title>
                    <description>Sri Lanka keep offering me only gifts directly sent by the Lord himself. In the past it had been described to me as a lot of hassle persistence and intrusiveness. In hindsight I must confess that I cant disagree more with such description. Sinhalese people seemed to me wonderfully generous men not at all intrusive less than less aggressive.Climbed down from the Adams Peak I wanted to go </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Sri-Lanka/Uva-Province/Bandarawela/blog-411026.html</link>
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                    <title>In the Land of the Mastella the One Eyed Man Is King</title>
                    <description>I apologize in advance to my readers for temporarily abandoning the story of my return trip from Asia not respecting for once the chronology of events. Fact is that while having moved to live in Istanbul a month ago three news arrived from Italy in the short span of 7 days have struck my attention and I believe they deserve an immediate comment.1 Clemente Mastella. Sunday June 7th was electi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Lazio/Rome/blog-408435.html</link>
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                    <title>Sri Pada</title>
                    <description>Sri Lanka had welcomed me with that mix of hospitality and embarrassment of those who peaceful by nature found themselves with a rifle in hand and do not understand why. Negombo Airport was armoured and Colombo city centre was constantly combed by agents uniformed and not looking for potential bombers. Only in Israel I guess Ive seen more weapons around. But people here contrary to what </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Sri-Lanka/Sabaragamuwa-Province/Adam-s-Peak/blog-404258.html</link>
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                    <title>Love in the Time of Samantha Fox</title>
                    <description>If you're reading this you probably belong to one of the following categories a You are a friend of mine or family member b You are Samantha Fox c You are someone who regularly reads my blog d You are a male aged 30  35 who hasn't got anything better to do right now you're probably at the office pretending to work and have just googled for Samantha Fox.A few words of introductio</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-378043.html</link>
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                    <title>The Island and the City</title>
                    <description>After 10 Robinson Crusoelike weeks the need for doing going seeing had become untenable. I hence said goodbye to what had been my home during seventy days and to its very few tenants. Mimi 4 years old little angel gave the impression of being in that moment the saddest child in the world. She was losing her patient games' companion and looked as if with my departure I had just violated a t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-376373.html</link>
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                    <title>A World of Smiles</title>
                    <description>According to a survey conducted by Project Gutenberg and based on 30 million words used in cinema and literature the three most common words in the English language are You I and to. If instead of thousands of movies and books had the research been carried on using Ya the bungalows' keeper of the place where I'm lodged on Ko Chang's english as basis the results would have been surprisingly </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ko-Chang/blog-368874.html</link>
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                    <title>Death in the Afternoon</title>
                    <description>I don't think I've ever been keen on an exciting life and all the emotions experienced in recent years came circumstantially while looking for something else.I've never considered working as something necessary to prove that I exist and for the same reason I never felt the need to overcommit my spare time and working the bare minimum I really have lot of it. The mere thought of a prolonged pr</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ko-Chang/blog-364952.html</link>
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                    <title>A Rough Guide to Bicycle Touring Europe</title>
                    <description>The last five days of this long cycling tour slipped away uneventfully. After the disastrous Maribor day my mood was not at its best and feeling on the other hand the arrival so close to me simply pushed me to pedal harder. I expected a more difficult terrain instead only near Postojna I had to do some climbs worthy of note. The last real effort for this year then it was all downhill to Triest</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Veneto/Venice/blog-352643.html</link>
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                    <title>Riding Rocinante X Ljubljana Kms 6744</title>
                    <description>I will remember Thursday October 23rd as the worst day of this 2008 tour. I cycled for over an hour on the national road number 3 with an endless row of trucks mainly Hungarian continuously overtaking me just centimeters away from my body. My own safety constantly at stake. After about twenty kms the road turned into a motorway a relief for me so at least I had a meter across in the emergenc</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Slovenia/Upper-Carniola/Ljubljana/blog-345006.html</link>
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                    <title>Riding Rocinante IX Auschwitz Kms 5891</title>
                    <description>My first impression on Poland was not the most positive. I quote the page I wrote on my diary the day I crossed the Polish border. I apologize beforehand in case someone was to find it politically incorrect.Friday October 3rd The weather has changed this time the forecast was accurate. It drizzled all day nothing unbearable but annoying enough to make me end the day at Kostrzyn Poland 30 km</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Poland/Lesser-Poland/Auschwitz/blog-342580.html</link>
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                    <title>Riding Rocinante VIII Zielona Gora Kms 5622</title>
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                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Poland/Lubusz/Zielona-Gora/blog-340307.html</link>
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                    <title>Riding Rocinante VII Fagernes Kms 4382</title>
                    <description>Monday September 8thI'm back on my way to Norway. Due to incessant rain is taking me ages to make a crossing of a few hundred kilometers. It would have taken me less to cross from Nepal to Tibet Temperature remains low around 12C and today I was forced for the first time to wear my winter stuff with thermal full lenght suit and padded jacket. Day of climbs not harsh but numerous. Rocinan</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Norway/Eastern-Norway/Fagernes/blog-324917.html</link>
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                    <title>Riding Rocinante VI Lake Grcken Kms 4010</title>
                    <description>Another rainy day. I've been cycling for weeks now in the constant worry of being forced to seek for solutions to stay reasonably dry. I drift through the immense Swedish forests of coniferous that after the rain release a sweet and pungent smell that brings my mind back to Asian and Middle Eastern spice markets. Other journeys that today seem to belong to times so remote that could not be possib</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Sweden/Varmland/Lake-Grocken/blog-324197.html</link>
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                    <title>Riding Rocinante V Remels Kms 2673</title>
                    <description>Never walk into a supermarket wearing a Lycra cycling suit. Or at least never walk into a supermarket wearing a Lycra cycling suit with no pants underneath. Or at least never walk into a supermarket wearing a Lycra cycling suit with no pants underneath and stare for too long at a young German mother's decollet while she's bent over telling her daughter off. I mean Lycra is a fine material f</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/Lower-Saxony/Remels/blog-318596.html</link>
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                    <title>Riding Rocinante IV Utrecht Kms 2273</title>
                    <description>Exactly a month of travelling everything OK till August 4th a day curiously full of setbacks...I had peacefully pedalled for 74 flat Kms and I was only 22 Kms away from Gent stage's final for that day. A puncture at the rear wheel apparently nothing serious. I decide to push the bike up to a gas station where I could have changed the tyre without being then forced to inflate it manually. I too</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Netherlands/Province-of-Utrecht/Utrecht/blog-314175.html</link>
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                    <title>Riding Rocinante III Strasbourg Kms 1534</title>
                    <description>You can live a lifetime and at the end of it know more about other people than you know about yourself. You learn to watch other people but you never watch yourself. Because you strive against loneliness. If you read a book or shuffle a desk of cards or care for a dog you are avoiding yourself. The abhorrence of loneliness is as natural as wanting to live at all.I belong to that category o</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Alsace/Strasbourg/blog-311311.html</link>
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