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                    <title>Blood sweat and relaxation</title>
                    <description>After asking around a bit reading up on our travel book and gauging our time we decided to make Fethiye the next stop in our Turkey tour. We caught a midmorning dolmus out of Olympos and up to the local bus stop where we jumped onto another dolmus for the 5 hour ride up the Mediterranean to Fethiye. Once again the ride was gorgeous and being well rested we were able to sit back relax and t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/Aegean/Fethiye/blog-291651.html</link>
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                    <title>Party in a Treehouse</title>
                    <description>We boarded yet another night bus with the sort of enthusiasm typically reserved for a visit to the dentist. As we had come to expect a clean cut well dressed man happily served us refreshments upon takeoff and promptly freshened the air inside the bus as we set off on our trip to Antalya. Meanwhile the child seated behind us commenced her evening long complaint session crying at every conce</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/Mediterranean/Olympos/blog-291568.html</link>
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                    <title>Before the Dawn of Civililization</title>
                    <description>Saban is 22 years old and just recently graduated with an English degree from a university in Tokat Turkey. Outgoing friendly and eager to practice his English a bit we bumped into this remarkable young lad in the spotless new bus station which really felt more like an airport in Keyseri. He approached us as we finalized our ticket asking if we would like to hang out together to kill the 5 </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/Southeastern-Anatolia/Urfa/blog-291163.html</link>
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                    <title>Goodbye Reality </title>
                    <description>It has been about five months now and Rozy and I have experienced discussed and analysed the many differences both subtle and extreme between the transport systems of 6 different countries. Our travels in Turkey bring us closest to some of the most economically developed countries in the world and one would probably expect a jump in the quality of the transport system given this proximity and</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/Central-Anatolia/Cappadocia/blog-289171.html</link>
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                    <title>Bullish on Istanbul</title>
                    <description>Rozy and I licked our mental wounds caused by a horrendous time in Egypt by taking turns being uber positive about our expectations of Turkey. This was a bold move as overplaying such a hand could result in unreachably high expectations which if unmet could render the last portion of our travels a perceived failure. Throwing caution to the wind we traded oddly pumpedup enthusiasm as if prepar</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/Marmara/Istanbul/blog-288881.html</link>
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                    <title>Hey kawaga baksheesh me now </title>
                    <description>So the plan was to make our way along the highly fragmented Egyptian transport network from Siwa to St. Katharines Monastery and Mount Sinai in far eastern Egypt. Three bus rides and a full day later we arrived in Suez full of hope that we could catch the next bus out to St. Katharines in order to summit Mt. Sinai like our good friend Moses. Upon our arrival I spoke to the ticket salesman </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Egypt/Lower-Egypt/Cairo/blog-278775.html</link>
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                    <title>An island in the desert</title>
                    <description>Disconnected is one of many words that could be used to describe the Egyptian transport infrastructure hopelessly inefficient is another good way of describing it. We were lucky to score a night train ticket out of Luxor and into Cairo although we had to pay extra to catch the train originating in Aswan even though we were boarding in Luxor as the train originating in Luxor had been sold out </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Egypt/Western-Desert/Siwa-Oasis/blog-278415.html</link>
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                    <title>The undisputed king or pharaoh if you will of baksheesh</title>
                    <description>One would think that finding the central bus station for a city of 20 million people would be a relatively straightforward task unfortunately in Cairo nothing is straightforward. From our guidebook we knew that the main bus station was called Turgomen and it was located near Ramses Square however the book stopped short of providing a precise address since the bus station is prone to </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Egypt/Upper-Egypt/Luxor/blog-277614.html</link>
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                    <title>Salam...Baksheesh</title>
                    <description>Arriving dead tired into any new city isnt exactly the ideal situationarriving dead tired in Cairo is simply a bad idea. After a long night in the airport in Mumbai a 3.5 hour flight to Bahrain a 2.5 hour layover in Bahrain and finally a 3 hour flight from Bahrain to Cairo we arrived zombified and ready to find the nearest bed. Instead we played the immigration game and got our first int</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Egypt/Lower-Egypt/Cairo/blog-277558.html</link>
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                    <title>From Bhuj to Mumbai via Ahmedabad and on to Cairo via Bahrain </title>
                    <description>Another comfy AC bus delivered us back to Ahmedabad from Bhuj where we spent the majority of the next day in a stuffy little cubicle in an Internet caf waiting for our next bus departure to Mumbai. Evening finally came and we prepared to board yet another hopefully comfy Volvo AC sleeper bus only it didnt arrive. Instead about an hour and a half late a crapmobile of twisted metal wi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/blog-276331.html</link>
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                    <title>Kachchh me if you can  Day 2 exploring villages </title>
                    <description>Our last day in Kachchh was supposed to be one of adventure and a final attempt at purchasing handicrafts from those who produce them. Prior to setting off for the day we covered every square inch of our skin to prevent burn from the beaming desert sun and purchased 5 litres of water. We were planning to ride 90 km north to the southern edge of the Great Rann of Kachchh to view the salt plains </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Gujarat/blog-275140.html</link>
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                    <title>Kachchh me if you can  Day 1 exploring villages </title>
                    <description>Our next day started back at the police station in order to secure our permission slips to visit the villages of Kuran Khavda and Ludia. Lucky for us the mystery man showed up to work and after texting someone a very long message he began processing our applications straightaway but not before asking if Rozita was Indian and taking a comically long drink of water. After watching him drink m</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Gujarat/blog-275133.html</link>
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                    <title>Yet another side of India </title>
                    <description>The last major stop on our retooled itinerary was the northern Gujarati region referred to as Kachchh. The Kachchh region stretches along the Pakistani border and is known for its colourful tribes amazing textiles and inhospitable climate. Contained within the region are two barren flat salt deserts one large and one smaller lacking any plant life whatsoever and referred to as the Great Rann</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Gujarat/Bhuj/blog-273496.html</link>
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                    <title>Land of Gandhi</title>
                    <description>Just when you hoped that the transport complaints in this blog were over think again The overnight bus we took from Mumbai a mere five hours after our arrival to Mumbai from Chennai was a killer. For starters the bus was non AC and at this point in our journey the deadly Indian heat was really starting to penetrate everything. Second it took us nearly 4 hours to just get out of Mumbai as</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Gujarat/Ahmedabad/blog-271180.html</link>
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                    <title>Yeah we hung out at a mall in India </title>
                    <description>The pain of riding public buses was at least temporarily suppressed whilst traveling in relative style aboard the 2AC compartment in our Chennai bound train. During the train ride I had the opportunity to chat to a nice Kerelan man who worked as a general manager for the Malayala Manorama a 125 year old Kerelan newspaper. He was rather proud of the newspaper and provided me with paper distribu</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Tamil-Nadu/Chennai/blog-271162.html</link>
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                    <title>Transport Troubles the Fearsome Three </title>
                    <description>Five excruciating hours after our departure from Kollam we arrived in the Kerelan capital of Thirvundrum. At this point the series of overcrowded non AC public buses ridden over the past few days were taking a serious toll on us and we were all a bit edgy. We searched around for our connecting bus to Kanyakumari and received conflicting information regarding the time of departure and platfor</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Kerala/Trivandrum-/blog-269744.html</link>
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                    <title>Green Water Cruisin' not a poop joke</title>
                    <description>Limping down the road in our big metal box we slammed into Kollam a mere 4 hours later to the much celebrated indifference of the rickshaw drivers. Our painfully hot public bus ride squeezed the sweat from our bodies like juice from a grape. We were graced with a bit of inflight entertain in the form of an injured man full arm cast who stole a bundle of bus tickets from the bus conductor wh</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Kerala/Kollam/blog-269736.html</link>
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                    <title>European Flavor of India</title>
                    <description>In what appears to be a good decision in retrospect we opted to stay in the Ernakulum area just outside uber touristy Fort Cochin at Johns Lodge. The owner oddly enough named John was like many Kerelans that we met he relished the opportunity to meet a stranger and engage them in a conversation. We collectively decided that John is perhaps a bit starved for a decent conversation these day</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Kerala/Kochi-/blog-269733.html</link>
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                    <title>Nature Call but no answer </title>
                    <description>Unsurprisingly enough confusion reigned supreme as our traveling triad attempted to suss out the best way to get into the Wayanad Wildlife Sanctuary in Kerela by way of bus originating from Mysore. On the map it was a short distance by road in the bus station however it took a number of conversations factchecking board reading and head scratching before we were relatively comfortable th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Kerala/Wayanad/blog-267734.html</link>
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                    <title>Shopping scores galore in Mysores stores </title>
                    <description>In traveling around India we have noticed that one gesture above all others seems to tie a nation of diverse religions languages and classes together that gesture is the head bobble. If you are absolutely positive about something and would like to convey the affirmative in a confident way bobble your head. If you need a strong gesture to indicate the negative in any circumstance bobble your</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Karnataka/Mysore/blog-267729.html</link>
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