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                    <title>Hockey night in Bern</title>
                    <description>I said an early morning goodbye to Simone and Micha in Davos and set off on my threetrain journey across Switzerland so I could spend the day with Marc Pouliot in Biel and then meet up with Christine in Bern.Marc met me at the train station and proceeded to show me around the big town of Biel which included a few random statues and fountains in the middle of the old town. He took me to the rink</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Switzerland/North-West/Berne/blog-758009.html</link>
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                    <title>Hockey Night in Davos</title>
                    <description>So Simone and Michael live in the most beautiful place  Davos Switzerland. The view from their place above the lake in Davos Dorf is stunning  I was so excited I decided to come visit the second we arrived.With the NHL lock out on back home I got my Saturday night  Hockey Night in Canada fix in Davos. Once I found out Rick Nash and Joe Thornton were playing in Davos I told Simone we hadhad</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Switzerland/South-East/Davos/blog-757511.html</link>
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                    <title>Delectable delights from Geneva Switzerland to Annecy France</title>
                    <description>After giving my passport a 15 month hiatius it was time start exploring again.My start of my latest adventure was inspired by a 6month stay in Switzerland of my two friends Micha and Simon Blankstein. I met Micha traveling in Thailand in 2003 and attended their wedding in Israel on my last backpacking trip. When I learned that one of my favourite hockey players happened to be playing in the tow</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Switzerland/blog-756506.html</link>
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                    <title>A Canadian Girl in Paris</title>
                    <description>A single girl in ParisI had a hard time recovering from the late night arrival from Israel into London. But  to make my jetlag easier Laurie had the day off because it was a strike day for civil servants. He took me to a new burger joint in Brixton Village that he knew served gluten free buns with their kick ass burgers. Starting to believe I could just move in with Laurie. I love his place </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/blog-626991.html</link>
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                    <title>Could there be a better place for my first Jewish wedding  Israel part II</title>
                    <description>When I got off the bus in Tel Aviv I was greeted by my longtime travel buddy Micha who I met in 2003 in Thailand and his lovely fianc Simone. They took me for a quick Israeli breakfast before meeting some of the rest of the Toronto crew. Micha is an orthopedic surgeon and his friends are also underachievers. The wedding crew consisted of a brain surgeon an urologist a few docs in internal</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Israel/Tel-Aviv-District/blog-625081.html</link>
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                    <title>In search of Jesus and Hummus in the Holy Land  Israel Part I</title>
                    <description>The jump from Amsterdam to Israel may sound random but I had a Jewish wedding to attend. Back on my first solo backpacking adventure in 2003 I met Micha Blankstein an Israeli born  Toronto raised guy who just finished his first year of medical school. We went from Thailand into Laos on a slow boat down the Mekong. Weve kept in touch caught up in both Alberta and Toronto and 8 years late</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Israel/Jerusalem-District/blog-623757.html</link>
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                    <title>From Berlin with my little buddy to eating cheese in Amsterdam</title>
                    <description>So after a quick rip through Hamburg I was back on the road to Berlin to meet up with my little buddy Eng  who managed to get a few days off to continue our European adventure.Reunion time with my little buddy EngWhen we met at the metro station I was so excited. Eng not so much  she had an early flight from London and had been battling some serious insomnia since she left me in Turkey. I </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Netherlands/North-Holland/Amsterdam/blog-620866.html</link>
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                    <title>Germany thank you for inventing the Gummi Bear</title>
                    <description>So I have officially arrived in Western Europe  and the home of my grandmother. Unfortunately I don39t know any German  i have a brutal accent and I can39t drink beer. The train ride to Berlin was relatively easy I met a nice Russian guy named Boris I know seriously could he have a better Russian name living in Berlin who helped me sort out a transit ticket and helped me get to my s</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/blog-618032.html</link>
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                    <title>Im in Poland and I cant eat perogies</title>
                    <description>When I arrived at my hostel in Krakow the lovely Anna working reception checked me in. Without even asking she busted out a map showing me where the major museums and sights were and set about telling me where I could get some good local food. She looks at me and says have you hear about perogies My response Have you heard about celiac disease She looked at me with sympathy bu</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Poland/blog-615070.html</link>
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                    <title>Hockey time in Bratislava</title>
                    <description>So I arrived in Vienna last Saturday completely exhausted after getting only a couple of hours of sleep at the airport in Turkey. Unfortunately so was Adam as he had to get up pretty early to meet me downtown at 8am. Adam is finishing his MBA in Vienna and was able to score me a free nights accommodation by sneaking me onto the extra mattress on the floor of his dorm room. He let me have an </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Slovakia/Bratislava-Region/Bratislava/blog-612514.html</link>
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                    <title>Perfecting a lazy day at the beach in Turkey</title>
                    <description>So.. we sort of got stuck in Olympus.After getting over the first night in the bird explosion dorm at grungy Kadirs we knew we were happy at Bayrams Tree houses thanks to a wonderful gay bartender from California named Tyler a chef who made sure I had lots of gluten free food amazing Turkish staff and for 17 a night a clean and warm dorm breakfast and dinner.We had planned to stay 3 night</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/Mediterranean/Olympos/blog-610716.html</link>
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                    <title>A storm cloud over Turkey</title>
                    <description>Welcome to Istanbul... it's freezing hereWhen I left off we had taken a 19 hour overland bus from Macedonia to Istanbul. We arrived early in the morning exhausted and slightly out of it. When we checked in to the Orient Hostel we didnt know it but we were getting screwed over. Through a combination of getting overcharged by hostel bookers and a scummy guy working at reception who acted al</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/blog-608240.html</link>
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                    <title>The sun always shines in Macedonia... except when it is snowing</title>
                    <description>From Albania  we headed east towards another Balkan country  MacedoniaOur journey from Albania was a threehour bus journey to Elbasan where we had to walk from the bus station 400 meters down the road turn left 150 meters to the post office which involved two girls with enormous backpacks asking for confirmation by saying Posta in our best Albanian accent.There we put our bags </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Macedonia/Ohrid/blog-594219.html</link>
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                    <title>From Albania with Love</title>
                    <description>So what the hell am I doing in Albania Well its because of Eng. I first met her in Ecuador in October of 2009. We travelled south eating everything from giant roasted pigs in the markets to guinea pig together. She met me for my 8 hour layover in Heathrow on the way to Africa and we knew we had to travel together again. She planned for a month off work and had her heart set on Eastern Europe</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Albania/West/Tirana/blog-593650.html</link>
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                    <title>Wayne Lands in London</title>
                    <description>So it has been awhile since I wrote so let me give you all a quick update.Im in London. I had a quick evacuation of Swaziland after I found out 8 days in advance that I wouldnt be extended and 3 days in advance that I couldnt change my ticket.My last few days were filled with tearful goodbyes of co workers especially my intern Ace who I want to bring back to Canada and good friends.</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/Brixton/blog-592108.html</link>
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                    <title>Surviving my birthday in Africa  lots of vodka served up Maputo style</title>
                    <description>Birthday ShenanigansSo  I often have mixed emotions when it comes to my birthday. I get really excited but there are always tears ask Alicia she has seen many and doesnt understand why I always cry on my birthdayThis year the leadup was tearfilled and filled with  what the hell am I doing in my life questions that my poor roommate got to deal with daily. I had nothing major planne</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Mozambique/Southern/Maputo/blog-579117.html</link>
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                    <title>A Little Swazi Hidden Gem... the Rock Lodge</title>
                    <description>A week of Swazi goodbyes I never like to be the last one at the party. Thankfully new people keep on arriving to this random little country but sadly people leave as well.So Gemma was the first to go. Gemma is a lovely English girl who has been in Swaz for a year. She fell in like with a marine biologist from New Zealand who studies whale sharks in Tofu Mozambique. For her going away I ord</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Swaziland/blog-564900.html</link>
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                    <title>Back in land of Swaz</title>
                    <description>Oh the land of Swaz is a funny funny place...When Mike and I crossed the border from Mozambique into Swaziland he was a little scared. He said that based on what I had told him about Swaziland that he was preparing himself for a fifthworld country.The drive in apparently did not support what I had prepared him for. There were rolling green hills  he was expecting the dusty dirty slums of New D</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Swaziland/blog-560605.html</link>
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                    <title>Tofu Mozambique not Tofu the food</title>
                    <description>So when I left off we were on our slightly delayed plane from Victoria Falls Zimbabwe back to Johannesburg South Africa. Mike had booked our flights together and was assured by the woman at South African Airlines that I would get a glutenfree meal. Well the flight was actually run by SA link and when the cute blonde airline hostess came through to offer chicken or vegetarian Mike said chic</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Mozambique/Southern/Tofo/blog-560604.html</link>
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                    <title>My Passport now has a stamp starting with the letter Z</title>
                    <description>So when I last left you I was headed towards Zimbabwe and the mighty Victoria Falls...Day 7 of our overland trip we woke up early and headed towards the border where both Mike and I got raped by the Zimbabwean government. Turns out their Military dictator doesnt really like Canadians and we had to pay 75 for a single entry visa. Please note the south Africans on our trip paid nothing and th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Zimbabwe/Victoria-Falls/blog-560602.html</link>
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