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                    <title>The End</title>
                    <description>I headed out in the morning to get a postInca Trail massage. Expecting some kind of deep tissue or sports massage I was surprised that the women started dramatically throwing her hands up towards the sun and chasing energy out of my body. Apparently its very much part of Indigenous culture and was a sign of things to come. You cant possibly travel without some kind of corresponding in</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Lima/Lima/blog-671876.html</link>
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                    <title>Cusco to Machu Picchu The Inca Trail</title>
                    <description>I arrived in Cusco at about 5am having not booked anywhere to stay and went off with someone shouting habitaion at the bus station for the first time. Early the next morning I boarded a bus and met two American girls two Danish girls a German couple and an Argentinian woman my group for the next four days. The bus wound through little farming villages to the starting point of the Inca T</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Machu-Picchu/blog-671603.html</link>
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                    <title>Lake Titicaca and into Peru</title>
                    <description>At the disgusting hour of 7am David Pablos mate and I turned up in the city centre to meet one of his friends Juan who used to volunteer at the orphanage and two French girls who are living in La Paz. The guys like to visit the kids every couple of weeks and take them stuff and today it was blankets and toothpaste. We got into a minibus taxi possibly the most environmentally unfriendly </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Cusco/Cusco/blog-671552.html</link>
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                    <title>La Paz Three weeks in the highest city in the world</title>
                    <description>Susan and I attempted getting an early night to recover but next door were a loud group of ten who had earlier been spotted coming in from the streets holding a binbag full of something. They were playing a drinking game but replacing every single sip with a snort which resulted in conversation only consisting of grunts and shouts. Welcome to La Paz the capital of cocaine tourism Here its </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/La-Paz-Department/La-Paz/blog-671220.html</link>
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                    <title>Over the border From San Pedro de Atacama to Uyuni</title>
                    <description>The sweaty 24 hour bus journey into the Atacama desert was minus a TV or reclining seat but I was still content to be travelling onwards. The bus arrived in a tiny place which looked like something out of a Western. San Pedro is about four blocks squared and full of tourists wanting to experience the desert or take a tour to Bolivia. I booked onto a three day tour finishing at Uyuni in Bolivia </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Potosi-Department/Uyuni/blog-670924.html</link>
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                    <title>"There are good and bad people everywhere"</title>
                    <description>Women crowded round me saying tranquilla tranquilla relax as I muttered something about all of my dinero passaporte debit cards todo everything. As usual I couldnt make out the replies but then heard someone speaking to me in English through all the other voices. A woman put her arm around me saying I can help you Ill take you to the police and the embassy and give you whatever</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Chile/Santiago-Region/Santiago/blog-669620.html</link>
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                    <title>Chile An adventure into the unplanned</title>
                    <description>I discovered that it wasnt wasnt much of a detour to head to Santiago capital of Chile and decided take the chance to see another country for a couple of days before getting a long bus north to Bolivia. The overnight bus from Mendoza was stunning driving through the Andes under a very clear starry sky. After a delay at the border where I thought I might be arrested over a ham and cheese </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Chile/Santiago-Region/Santiago/blog-667564.html</link>
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                    <title>Mendoza Agustin the Argentinian vs English Rose</title>
                    <description>Im now a month in and about to leave my first country so its time for some sweeping generalisations and cliche insights. Where better to do this than in Latin America where everyone is so warm open expressive sexual assertive revolutionary and proud compared to us cold closed repressed apologetic stoic and guilt ridden Brits. Right Clearly national stereotypes are bullshit if tak</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Mendoza/blog-667566.html</link>
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                    <title>Patagonia minus humans</title>
                    <description>Well I can tell you now youll be bored by this. You bunch of heathens clearly have no interest in South Americas natural wonders and just want to be reminded of the lightbulbhead I battled against for a year. Pricks.Anyway now Im up to the next stage of my trip that involves flying southwards into icey wonderland and trawling back up the country through some of the most stunning scenery </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Santa-Cruz/El-Calafate/blog-667559.html</link>
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                    <title>My Hair yes just my hair...</title>
                    <description>After taking the bus back I arrived in Buenos Aires where it was miserable cloudy and raining heavily. The weather proved omninous. Being in real light and having flash photos taken had made me realise that a bad ginger dyejob the work of an evil hairdresser in London was starting to show through the darker dye Ive been badly trying to cover it up with. Clearly the only way out of this gra</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Buenos-Aires/blog-667558.html</link>
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                    <title>Iguazu Falls "connecting with nature" innit</title>
                    <description>I got on the bus and saw that four people Id met the night before were already on board. One guy was particularly memorable because he gives everyone he meets on his travels a celebrity nicname connected to their first name but had struggled with Rosalyn. I heard a shoutRoss Kemp Oy Kempo sit down ere mate.Although the whole bus now knew me as Kempo I couldnt remember his name but </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/blog-667168.html</link>
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                    <title>Life begins...</title>
                    <description>After excrutiating Spanish lesson number two this time my teacher made me have a conversation with the cleaner in front of everyone possibly for comedy purposes I was pleased to discover a new roomie an Australian guy living in Brazil. Yay a friend The only downside was that he seemed to have only one topic of conversation the unfavourable ratio of guys to girls. Hoping that he wouldn</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Buenos-Aires/blog-667167.html</link>
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                    <title>Settling in a bit and getting educated</title>
                    <description>I woke up disappointed that I hadnt acquired a cape and super powers and ventured into town following a guys advice to head to a market filled with live music coffee and second hand clothes stores. Perfect I can celebrate my 6916 mile journey into another culture by spending Sunday on Brick Lane It seems that the Buenos Aires townplanners have made navigation more fun by deciding not </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Buenos-Aires/blog-667166.html</link>
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                    <title>The onset of fear...</title>
                    <description>Well Ive been in Buenos Aires for 24 hours which is surely enough time to start blogging. I mean by now people back home are probably eagerly awaiting photos of me posing badly in front of natural wonders by day and squinting drunkenly by night. Plus I need to smugly impart ones ever widening view of the world and swift progression to Buddhahood right Well here are my realisations thu</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Buenos-Aires/blog-661747.html</link>
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