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<title>Travel Blog | Tommy No Papers</title>
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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from Tommy No Papers</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2013 03:27:06 +0000</pubDate>
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                    <title>In My Sister's Place</title>
                    <description>Austerity measures What the hell is that. Apparently it39s the reason why there is a 24 hour all purpose strike scheduled during my first full day in Greece. With this the possible collapse of the eurozone not to mention today39s recent antiAmerican protests by Athens39s Muslim population show that tomorrow39s trip to Greece should be interesting to say the least.I am heading out </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Greece/blog-745395.html</link>
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                    <title>Nao Quero Esquecer Salvador</title>
                    <description>I need to write this down before I forget. Because even as I get these words down I can feel the cool breezes of Ilha da Santa Catarina blowing the humidity and earthiness of Salvador right off my body.I left Salvador battered and broken down and loving it. First there was my skin now much darker and redder then when I arrived. Second there was my possibly broken foot. The foot cracked against a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Bahia/Salvador/blog-719142.html</link>
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                    <title>Paradise Blues</title>
                    <description>It appears that I will not last long in Florianopolis or more accurately Ilha de Santa Catarina. I was planning on staying for 10 days but find myself leaving after only 4 days. This place is beautiful at least since the sun came out yesterday but for some reason I haven39t really been feeling it. Maybe I chose the wrong neighborhood. I chose Barra da Lagoa because it was close to the beach </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Santa-Catarina/Florian-polis/blog-667326.html</link>
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                    <title>Solo in Oslo</title>
                    <description>Today in the hostel I woke up with the alarm of the man in the bunk below me. I think he was German but at 730 in the morning 630 Irish time I didn39t care where he was from. I lay awake trying to collect my thoughts. Ahead of me lay the promise of my first day in Norway and the daunting challenge of my first full day ever of solo traveling. I really had no idea what to expect.My first cha</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Norway/Eastern-Norway/Oslo/blog-700032.html</link>
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                    <title>Chuva e Cerveja</title>
                    <description>Since I have been in Brazil I have been annoyed at my lack of portuguese and my habit of speaking Japanese to the locals. So in an effort to rectify this and enhance my ability to mix with the Brazilians. Thus I decided to come up to Bahia where it is cheaper and spend the next two weeks studying portuguese. I study at the Escola Idioma. To my amazement the classes have been so fun and really the</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Bahia/Salvador/blog-664472.html</link>
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                    <title>The Discoveries of a Bahian Hotel</title>
                    <description>Last night was my first in Bahia. And even thoug I did nada zilch it still felt dramatic. I had arrived in Salvador in what seemed to be a tropical storm. Our pilot was so unsettled by the planes approach that he pulled up sharply amd suddenly due to badno visability. Finally we did manage to land land and I have to say there were many passengers who applauded in a strange mixture of praise a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Bahia/Salvador/blog-663015.html</link>
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                    <title>Ipanema Beach Bums</title>
                    <description>Its funny if I had written this yesterday it would have sounded completely different. Argentinians had taken over the hostel and it had left me disoriented It was also a dreary drizzly day. And since I had come to Ipanema for sun and fun it was all kind of depressing. But since it was Monday and in Sapporo I was the King of Crazy Mondays I decided to take advantage a local bars happy hour and</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Rio-de-Janeiro/blog-662390.html</link>
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                    <title>No Papers takes on Rio</title>
                    <description>Regression. Thats my middle name. I am once again bunking in with a bunch of strangers hostel style and taking no responsibility for anything. I wake up eat my hostel breakfast and then head back to bed. Around 1pm I head out to the beach. At the beach I swim frolic and pretty much burn the hell out of my pearly white skin. After that I nap until its time to go out. Same stuff I was doing 10 y</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Rio-de-Janeiro/blog-661095.html</link>
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                    <title>Appetizer</title>
                    <description>I am beginning to think I may be a lazy person. I have spent the last five days just lazing around Sao Paulo doing nothing in particular. I am currently staying with my friend in his apartment. Its great since he is from Brazilian and lives here he knows all the places to go. That way I don39t really have to worry about walking into a bad situation. We walk around the city streets deserted and</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Sao-Paulo/blog-660505.html</link>
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                    <title>Testing the Hypothesis</title>
                    <description>Over the years when someone has found out that I have traveled to so many different places the inevitable question follows Which country is the favorite one that youve been to I have always answered Brazil. The memories of my 2005 trip to Rio de Janeiro still bring a smile to my face and produce feelings of warm sun draped days. But is  Brazil really my favorite country to travel </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/blog-659374.html</link>
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                    <title>Race Ahead Singapore</title>
                    <description>Singapore baby Today I decided to go to the race track with my friend instead of a Hop on Hop off bus tour. My decision was based on the fact that the only two things that I felt I really needed to see were Raffles Hotel and Little India. I would be able to see those pretty easily without a bus tour. Also I thought it would be great to do something with a friend as well as see just why he was so</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Singapore/blog-658496.html</link>
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                    <title>Approaching the Lotus Spiral</title>
                    <description>The night before the flight to Saigon To bed to bed said Sleepyhead for tomorrow I go the land of the pointy hatsIn Narita boarding area Its coming. The excitement. I am reading Graham Greene and listening to the strange tones of Viet tunes on my ipod. I feel myself floating back down that lotus spiral back into Southeast Asia. Waiting as the day turns to dusk. Sitting here I feel </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/blog-658484.html</link>
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                    <title>The Narrow Path</title>
                    <description>Day five and I am still here in Delhi my temporary home. I sit here by the pool on a soft Indian evening waiting for the sun to set. Later I will attempt to see if I can drum up some nightlife in Connaght Place but earlier today I was all about sightseeing.Yesterday I me a nice taxi driver who drove me to India Gate. When you meet a truly good person you know it. Well this driver from the foothi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/National-Capital-Territory/Delhi/blog-344974.html</link>
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                    <title>The Road to Agra</title>
                    <description>My trip to Delhi and India so far has been fantastic so far. I haven't really been life changedly altered or anything like that but this place is unreal. It defies explanation. Let attempt to describe my journey to Agra yesterday and what I saw along the way.I woke up early at 630am which actually wasn't too bad for me because I am still on Japanese time so it seemed like a reasonable 10am. I </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Uttar-Pradesh/Agra/blog-343585.html</link>
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                    <title>An Oasis of Rickshaws</title>
                    <description>My first full day in Delhi. What a mixture of emotions it was. Excitement trepidation. I felt like a kid about to open his presents on Christmas morning only if there was a very slight chance that one of his presents was going to be a box of live cobras. As soon as I stepped out of my hotel a tout was on me but I confidently brushed him off. I walked a round about way to get to the ATM. Once I </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/National-Capital-Territory/Delhi/blog-342789.html</link>
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                    <title>Dust Swirling in the Night</title>
                    <description>I made it. I am in India and it wasn't easy. I remember being at a bar in Sapporo drinking with a friend of mine. In the course of the conversation told him I was going to India. He asked me if I was going for business or pleasure. I replied neither. That is true. I have come to India Delhi more specifically to experience it. Whatever that means. I have always wanted to to India but I never th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/National-Capital-Territory/Delhi/blog-342758.html</link>
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                    <title>Being White in Japan</title>
                    <description>Well it happened. Last night I came face to face with the racism that lies underneath the culture here in Japan. It all started when I was stopped for being white in Japan.I left my home at around 8pm. Within one minute I felt myself being tailed by this unmarked car. In New York or in other places in the world this is a sign that you are about to be jumped. But this is Japan people don't just ju</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Japan/blog-325817.html</link>
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                    <title>You Say You Know</title>
                    <description>Konbanwa. I was going to write a little piece about my life in Japan on the night before I returned to America having completed my second year living here and how I have mastered it. I was going to go out have a couple of Sapporo beers go walking among the neon lights and soak in the sparkling atmosphere. But life doesnt conform to nice little packages.  I went to have some dinner and ran int</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Japan/blog-292980.html</link>
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                    <title>Little Fox Feeling</title>
                    <description>I just had a great adventure in the Kansai region this week. It was the perfect break from the increasingly chilly Hokkaido and a long slog of work weeks.I arrived in Kobe airport on Monday morning. I hadn't been in Kobe since last January with my basketball team. It was all very familiar except now I was on my own and there were warm green leaves on all the trees. I took the train to Sannomiya s</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Japan/Kyoto/blog-214680.html</link>
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                    <title>The Watch of Fujisan</title>
                    <description>I had decided that I wasn't going to leave Japan the first year I was living in Japan. I wanted to drink in the full experience and let my Japanese language studies sink in. So for my fall break I just stayed in Sapporo and made the rounds and drank myself further into my Hokkaido home. But with my friend flying in for spring break and the knowledge that I still hadn't seen Tokyo yet in my head I </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Japan/Tokyo/blog-186169.html</link>
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