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                    <title>Over the Hills and Far Away</title>
                    <description>And our minds were meant to sailTake a rest from our thoughtsTake a break from this worldAnd we39ll feel miles awayFrom the places that we used to be Years Around The Sun Miles Away You know those days when you wish you were somewhere else You can39t stop glancing out the window. Your mind keeps meandering through fantastical ideas and far flung memories of a better time. It39s natur</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Sri-Lanka/Central-Province/Kandy/blog-696277.html</link>
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                    <title>Las Buenas Duran Poco</title>
                    <description>He stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it the freshest and the best forever. F. Scott Fitzgerald The Great GatsbyThe Indonesia Tri</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Bali/Uluwatu/blog-675793.html</link>
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                    <title>Happiness Is Within</title>
                    <description>He was sounding the deeps of his nature and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he going back into the womb of Time. He was mastered by the sheer surging of life the tidal wave of being the perfect joy of each separate muscle joint and sinew in that it was everything that was not death that it was aglow and rampant expressing itself in movement flying exultantly under the sta</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Lombok/Gilli-Trawangan/blog-674404.html</link>
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                    <title>Satu Dua Tiga...</title>
                    <description>Now you just dig them in front. They have worries they39re counting the miles they39re thinking about where to sleep tonight how much money for gas the weather how they39ll get there  and all the time they39ll get there anyway you see. But they need to worry and betray time with urgencies false and otherwise purely anxious and whiny their souls really won39t be at peace unl</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Java/Yogyakarta/blog-674093.html</link>
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                    <title>Resa and the Bataks</title>
                    <description>He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilization and flung into the heart of things primordial. No lazy sunkissed life was this with nothing to do but loaf and be bored. Here was neither peace nor rest nor a moment39s safety. All was confusion and action and every moment life and limb were in peril. There was imperative need to be constantly alert for these dogs and men were no</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sumatra/Lake-Toba/blog-674088.html</link>
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                    <title>Dreaming in the Golden Land</title>
                    <description>No it is impossible it is impossible to convey the life sensation of any given epoch of ones existence  that which makes its truth its meaning  its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live as we dream  alone. Joseph Conrad Heart of Darkness I sat alone at the top of the red brick temple looking out over a land that was not my home and I dreamed about peace. Ten </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Bagan/blog-670345.html</link>
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                    <title>Circles in the Wild</title>
                    <description>Do you see the story Do you see anything It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream  making a vain attempt because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation that commingling of absurdity surprise and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams Joseph Conrad Heart of Darkness Burm</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Yangon-Region/Yangon/blog-669025.html</link>
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                    <title>Me Malaysia and the Merlion</title>
                    <description> And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on with a phantom dogging its own heels and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Wilayah-Persekutuan/Kuala-Lumpur/blog-661287.html</link>
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                    <title>A Day Without Rain</title>
                    <description>There are storms that are frankly theatrical all sheet lightning and metallic thunder rolls. There are storms that are tropical and sultry and incline to hot winds and fireballs. But this was a storm of the Circle Sea plains and its main ambition was to hit the ground with as much rain as possible. It was the kind of storm that suggests that the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic. The thunder a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-658939.html</link>
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                    <title>On Paradise</title>
                    <description>He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he was complete at every hour. Whether his history should run concomitant with men and nations whether it should cease. Hed long forsworn all weighing of consequence and allowing as he did that mens destinies are given yet he usurped to contain within him all that he would ever be in the world and all t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ko-Phi-Phi-Don/blog-637296.html</link>
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                    <title>Time and a Place to Remember</title>
                    <description>For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name or if this were not within her power to give birth out of love for life to successors who would do it in her place.						 Boris Pasternak Doctor ZhivagoIts hard to believe there was once a time when the days inched by  a time wh</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Laos/West/blog-619514.html</link>
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                    <title>The Life of a Rolling Stone</title>
                    <description>How does it feel to be on your own with no direction home Like a complete unknown... How does it feel Its exciting. Its scary. Its shocking educating strange lonely ridiculous frustrating. Its rewarding. Thus is my life. In the past two and a half years I've lived on three different continents. Since the summer of 2009 I havent stayed in one place for more than 6 months at a </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-594033.html</link>
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                    <title>Life is a Beach and I'm Just Playing in the Sand</title>
                    <description>The sky is blue and pure in every direction. The sun is total and burning and just right there and today is a beautiful day. This bottle of beer and I are reclining on one of the many sandy beaches of Koh Chang. Its some day between Thursday and Sunday. Its some time between 9am and 9pm. Thats all I know and thats all I care to know right now. In places like this the only time that </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Eastern-Thailand/Koh-Chang/blog-585669.html</link>
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                    <title>Angkor Wat Wat</title>
                    <description>Its so dark... Blackness I cant see my hand in front of my face but there are hundreds of voices all around me. The buzz of the jungle insects is constant. Its been like this for almost an hour when I finally begin to see the outline of the worlds largest religious structure against the dark early morning sky. The cameras start snapping pictures and they dont stop. Slowly the to</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Cambodia/North/Angkor/blog-581414.html</link>
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                    <title>New Beginnings</title>
                    <description>As I lay sleepless in my small room on the top floor of a Cambodian guesthouse the chop and whirl of the ceiling fan above me makes me want to listen to that song by the Doors. This is the end. My only friend the end. The end of what though It seems like a song about beginnings would be more appropriate. This is my first night in Southeast Asia. My brain feels cracked and scrambled from t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Cambodia/South/Phnom-Penh/blog-568320.html</link>
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                    <title>A Week in Winter Wonderland 14</title>
                    <description>For one week out of each of the past 14 years our family has taken a holiday ski vacation. As a rule we visit a new location with every trip and over time we have become quite an experienced bunch of skierssnowboarders. I wont even try to list all the resorts we have been to but suffice it to say that by now we have visited almost every major ski destination in western North America and many</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/California/Lake-Tahoe/blog-557561.html</link>
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                    <title>In Preparation</title>
                    <description>Upon writing this entry I have been home from my last adventure for exactly one year to the day. The adventure I speak of was a life changing sixmonth study abroad experience in Valparaiso Chile. In the time since my return I have concluded one important chapter of my life by graduating from college but now with the prospects of grad schooling job searching and career building looming ever c</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/blog-552656.html</link>
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