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                    <title>Sexy Woman</title>
                    <description>I had spent much of yesterday watching countless movies in the hostels chilly TV room exactly as you should do on new years day. Looking out of the window I had been rather glad to have made that choice as it did nothing but rain for most of the day. I had popped out during one of the few dry spells to get provisions and the remnants of the night before loomed large over the normally buzzing Pl</description>
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                    <title>Chaos on the streets of Cusco</title>
                    <description>Having planned to meet up with Tim and Harrison for a few drinks later today I was keen to try and do some more of Cusco39s culture before entering into the alcohol fuelled madness of New Years Eve that would no doubt reign later. My first priority though was a hearty breakfast to keep myself going. I had bought some eggs yesterday and once I had manoeuvred myself into the little kitchen alo</description>
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                    <title>Chocolate solves everything</title>
                    <description>I knew I had woken up later than usual this morning because the three people I was sharing with had already left for the day. There seemed little point in rushing to get ready this morning especially with yesterdays events still hanging heavily on my mind. I eventually trudged down the stairs and towards the dinning room where I arrived just in time breakfast. I didn39t feel particularly hun</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Cusco/Cusco/blog-682288.html</link>
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                    <title>When the going gets tough the tough get stressed</title>
                    <description>Up at the crack of dawn again this morning I was showered dressed and packed ready for a hearty breakfast. I had a ten hour coach trip in front of me that would take me further up the shores of Lake Titicaca and on to Cusco. I had had a craving for eggs for the last couple of days and I wasn39t going to be let down by the hostel again this morning. With an appetite like the seven nation army</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Raqchi/blog-681105.html</link>
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                    <title>The floating islands of Uros</title>
                    <description>Waking up early was the last thing I wanted to do this morning after an awful nights sleep but having mastered the temperature control on the shower I made my way downstairs for breakfast. I was one of the first people up and about in the hostel this morning and was very much looking forward to breakfast after my meal last night. Although there were no eggs as had been promised I made do with t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Puno/Lake-Titicaca-/Uros-Island/blog-681103.html</link>
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                    <title>Beginning the final leg</title>
                    <description>It felt like my head had barely touched the pillow as my alarm went off at 6am. Wide awake with the nervous energy that usually precedes an international flight I showered and packed my bags before heading up to the bar for breakfast. Due to the fact it was so early only bread rolls coffee and hot water had been put out. I had to make do with the slightly dry sickly sweet rolls and Coca Tea unt</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Central-America-Caribbean/El-Salvador/Central/San-Salvador/blog-680947.html</link>
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                    <title>What to do when there's nothing to do</title>
                    <description>Having spent most of my day in Starbucks yesterday blogging I decided that I really ought to try and see more of the former 39City of the Kings39. I had walked through Miraflores in the late afternoon sun yesterday to take in the air. It was an interesting suburb much lusher and greener than other parts of the city I had seen when I arrived. I escaped what appeared to be 39Gringoville</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Lima/Lima/Miraflores/blog-680945.html</link>
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                    <title>The Sacred Valley of the Inca's</title>
                    <description>I was woken up by my room mate Simon39s alarm sounding at 6am this morning. We had spent at least an hour exchanging stories last night when I turned in which meant getting up this morning was exceptionally hard work. Once we had showered we headed downstairs for breakfast and were greeted by Keith from our group who also looked a little sleep deprived. For the first time in South America I w</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Ollantaytambo/blog-680362.html</link>
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                    <title>Preparation is the key</title>
                    <description>I was up early again today to get myself ready to move to the trek meeting point. Having showered and stuffed whatever I could into whatever space there was I headed down for breakfast. I had two hours before I had to checkout so I took my time and had a wonderfully leisurely breakfast. I caught up on my emails and made sure that I had dealt with everything as far as I could whilst I was still</description>
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                    <title>The comfort of familiarity</title>
                    <description>Having fallen asleep really early last night I was one of the first people up and downstairs for breakfast this morning. I hadn39t been up for breakfast this early before and I think it might have upset a few people that their breakfast table was now taken up by me. Nonetheless I tucked into my bread rolls and jam whilst trying to catch up with what had been going on in the world for the las</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Cusco/Cusco/blog-680310.html</link>
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                    <title>On the first day...</title>
                    <description>Waking up early yet again this morning I crept about the room getting myself packed and ready as quietly as I could so as not to wake Simon. We would be beginning our trek along the Inca trail within hours and I was excited to say the least. Lil Keith Matt and I were the first down to breakfast this morning and as much as we made small talk I could sense a certain amount of anxiety at the tab</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Inca-Trail/blog-680251.html</link>
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                    <title>Dead Woman's Pass</title>
                    <description>I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the tent today and hoped beyond hope that it would pass quickly. The repair job that Javier39s friend had done on my boots hadn39t lasted very long and the thought my feet getting wet whilst walking didn39t fill me with joy. Keith and I were greeted with a steaming hot mug of Coca tea as we opened the tent which one of the poncho clad porters broug</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Inca-Trail/blog-680250.html</link>
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                    <title>These boots weren't made for walking</title>
                    <description>It was an early wake up call today just as Smithy had promised. As I took the two cups of Coca tea I had been handed by our porter I couldn39t help but feel a little deflated after the news last night. Keith and I felt equally gutted about the circumstances under which we had to finish the trail as we got dressed but sadly that was the hand we had been dealt and there was little we could do a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Inca-Trail/blog-680249.html</link>
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                    <title>Scaling Machu Picchu</title>
                    <description>Although I39d asked for a wake up call before I turned in last night I was wide awake before the phone even rang. It was more to do with the rather uncomfortable I had attempted to sleep in rather than the excitement of finally getting to see Machu Picchu. Thankfully Keith reached over for the phone with a groan clearly as happy to be getting up at 4.50am as I was. Having washed my face in co</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Machu-Picchu/blog-680247.html</link>
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                    <title>The Lines of Nasca</title>
                    <description>After a surprisingly sound nights sleep on the coach from Cusco I woke up minutes before we arrived in Nasca. I had got a fright last night when I was told that we would be arriving at 4am rather than 8am as planned. Thankfully the crewmember was wrong and we arrived a little ahead of schedule at 7.30am. According to my instructions from Green Toad Buses I was to be met on arrival in Nasca and w</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Ica/Nazca/Nazca-Lines/blog-680245.html</link>
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                    <title>Surfin' Safari</title>
                    <description>I was woken this morning by the chatter from the menagerie of birds that were kept at the hostel. I had had a great nights sleep considering the bed felt like it was made out of reinforced cardboard mainly because I had the entire six bed dorm to myself. I was surprised to see so many people when I went down for breakfast considering my dorm had been empty. I was greeted by the dear little lady</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Ica/Huacachina/blog-680244.html</link>
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                    <title>The smell of Guano</title>
                    <description>Morning seemed to follow the night before with indecent haste as I rolled over to turn off my alarm. Although I39d gone to bed early last night I still felt exhausted and longed for the comfort of my own bed. Having showered I dragged my bags outside to pack them not wanting to wake the other people in my dorm and sat at the bar to await my transfer to Paracas.At 6.30am I was beckoned to th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Ica/Ballestas-Islands/blog-680241.html</link>
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                    <title>Getting the hell out of dodge</title>
                    <description>After a night of constant clock watching I got up early to prepare to leave La Paz. After I39d collected my clean laundry from reception I had a long hot shower to wash off the remnants of yesterday. Dressed and ready for the off I began to clumsily cram everything into my already tightly packed bag. I tried to be ad quiet as I could so as to not wake the rest of the dorm even though there w</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Puno/Puno/blog-679271.html</link>
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                    <title>Why not to burn llama foetuses on a mountain</title>
                    <description>Having gone to bed ridiculously early last night I woke up feeling hugely refreshed. Unlike yesterday I had a huge appetite and was ravenous when I went up to the bar for breakfast. I hadn39t planned to do very much today and leafing through lonely planet whilst having breakfast confirmed that I had already seen much of La Paz. The only thing that I had considered doing was buying was some wat</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/La-Paz-Department/La-Paz/blog-679266.html</link>
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                    <title>The morning after the night before</title>
                    <description>The unmistakable feeling of stomach churning nausea and pounding headache that can only be associated with uncontrollably mixing your drinks was passing over me in waves this morning. I felt like whatever slight movement I made was going to make me violently sick. It was safe to say that I had had a pretty good night last night and my body would pay for it heavily today. I got out of bed to find m</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/La-Paz-Department/La-Paz/blog-679265.html</link>
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