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                    <title>Bolivian family vacation</title>
                    <description>Day 1 CochabambaMonteroThe 26th of December my host family39s big vacation started. My hostuncle kept saying he would pick us up at exactly 4am and we would leave latest quarter past... he forgot to mention he meant Bolivian time so although I had my stuff ready at 345am we didn39t leave until around 6am. Also it was decided we would get breakfast at our first stop which was after a 4 </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-768822.html</link>
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                    <title>Christmas in Bolivia</title>
                    <description>Fortunately after putting all the pills in my body and resting for the day I felt much better on the 24th. I was relieved because I really didnt want to miss the good Christmas food I was expecting. The day started out pretty normal I watched some kids movies with Santiago and was forced to 2 Justin Bieber songs and 1 Selena Gomez song for 2 hours straight because my host sister had put </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-764947.html</link>
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                    <title>The party has arrived</title>
                    <description>On Monday it was time again to say goodbye to yet another volunteer. We met at a restaurant as always and had a last dinner together. One of my friends however kept talking about these awesome hamburgers they once had a after a night out. Since this was the last chance for Clara the leaving volunteer to have it again we decided to go and get it. Madeleine called her private taxi driver who </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-764946.html</link>
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                    <title>Bolivians can drink A LOT</title>
                    <description>Now that I dont have Spanish classes anymore and no one to hang out with because everyone works in the morning unlike me I sleep quite a lot. My alarm usually goes off at 8 AM but I dont get out of bed before 9 oclock. I then just relax or run some errands until lunch and afterwards go to work. So one morning I was pretty bored and did something unbelievable I watched two Alvin and </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-764941.html</link>
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                    <title>Christmas during summer...</title>
                    <description>This week they turned on the lights of the Christmas decoration that has been hung during the past weeks. Let me tell you something Bolivians take Christmas decoration very seriously. The Prado the main boulevard around here is one big light. There is even something like a Christmas market with baked apples. The only difference is that the lights hang on palm trees and people walk around in TS</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-761080.html</link>
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                    <title>Living a miner's life</title>
                    <description>In the morning on Wednesday I got my very first tattoo. It hurt a bit but it wasn39t anywhere as bad as I had expected and I39m happy with the end result. Also this week was the first time I went to the movies here in Bolivia. First we met at one cinema and then it turned out my friend had checked the times wrong and they weren39t showing James Bond until really late. We then decided to </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-760104.html</link>
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                    <title>Gringa car babes</title>
                    <description>This week I made a real German Kartoffelsalat for my Bolivian family and the other volunteers. In the morning I had to go to La Cancha to get all the ingredients and EVERYONE was staring at me Why does a gringa want to buy vegetables Those white people usually only buy souvenirs and never show up in the vegetable department. Eventually I found everything I needed and was able to return home and</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-759164.html</link>
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                    <title>Women beating each other up and other craziness in La Paz</title>
                    <description>After sleeping in and doing nothing on Sunday Monday was again a normal day. I met with a friend who wants to get a tattoo and wanted to check out a tattoo place but we couldnt find it. After walking up and down the street for a while with no success we decided to visit a museum instead. The Natural History Museum to be precise. It cooperates with some Swedish organization or something so y</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-757161.html</link>
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                    <title>Oh Bolivia always surprising me</title>
                    <description>After a while I thought I39ve seen it all. But no I returned from the Salar de Uyuni trip on Tuesday morning around 10 am took a shower ate lunch and was ready to go to work. I stood at the usual corner waiting for a trufi when a cholita the women living in cities but dresses traditionally came by and asked me if micro A was going to some place. I told her I didn39t know and she said t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-756807.html</link>
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                    <title>Nothing goes smoothly in Bolivia</title>
                    <description>Remember the blue ice cream from my last blog Yeah...turned out everyone who ate it got sick. I was well on Monday but on Tuesday I could feel my stomach working hard. I had my very first interview though so I had to dress up and go to a German school where I met with some students and teachers. I felt awful and sometimes couldn39t concentrate on what people were saying but I had to pull th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-754784.html</link>
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                    <title>Visiting the tallest Cristo in the world</title>
                    <description>The week started out very hot. The news were talking about the highest temperatures since some years. I however could not join the people sighing Que calor cause after Villa Tunari this was just perfect and I decided not to complain about Cochabambas weather at least for a while. As usual there was a strike and I was stuck at home and had to postpone my last Spanish class once again. As I </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-753163.html</link>
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                    <title>How I almost melted in the jungle</title>
                    <description>On Monday I was supposed to go to a museum with my Spanish teacher but that didn39t work out as it was closed. Once again Bolivians didn39t like something and striked by not working. It is an annoying habit but it seems quite effective. So I had my usual 4 hours of Spanish and watched a movie with my teacher. It was called Who killed the white llama it was about corruption and drugs th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-751664.html</link>
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                    <title>My new addiction in Bolivia</title>
                    <description>The week greeted me with the first rain during a day. Fortunately I made it home in time and didn39t get too wet. In the afternoon at work my boss was suddenly like Girls I need a break. Wanna get some juice Hell yeah we want some juice So we walked to the little juice bar at the corner of the street and got the best juice I have had in my life You can always chose the fruit and then if y</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-749747.html</link>
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                    <title>How I learned the Spanish word for egg huevo</title>
                    <description>So my week began with a super sexy sight. In the trufi in front of me was a man cleaning his ears with a screwdriver and I was so distracted I almost missed my stop. No I39m kidding I just wanted to get out of thereIn the afternoon Mechi and Santi were playing together and the game looked as follows Santi was wearing a Hulk costume and was chasing Mechi. After some while he would die and Mec</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-749465.html</link>
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                    <title>The first week of my Bolivian life</title>
                    <description>First of all there will be lots of different names appearing in my blogs so I39ll introduce to you the most important people Alcira my host mum Andrea my host sister and Alcira39s granddaughter Paola Alcira39s daughter who comes over every day Ariel Paola39s husband Santiago Paola and Ariel39s son he39s 2 or 3 years old Mechi Alcira39s goddaughter who also lives at</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-746583.html</link>
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                    <title>A weekend solo en espaol</title>
                    <description>Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with. Coming to Bolivia I don39t know the language or the culture but I am not nervous at all. Any normal person would probably freak out and prepare as much as possible but all I did was worry about my 30hour trip to get there. On saturday I met the whole family I am now staying with and had to discover that noone speaks English. Well my host </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-745880.html</link>
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                    <title>A trip to Bolivia</title>
                    <description>My big journey began at a pretty crappy time. 5pm to be precise. The first adventure was right after my first flight. The security in Hamburg wanted me to open my trolley and take out my camera for an extra scan so I thought I39d be smarter in London and took it out right away. Especially since the security check there took forever and I only had 30 minutes until my next flight. I was told the</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Bolivia/Cochabamba-Department/Cochabamba/blog-745871.html</link>
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                    <title>Nairobi Istanbul Hamburg Day 33</title>
                    <description>We decided to sleep in today but couldn39t because the girl who was sleeping in the bunk bed underneath me kept coughing all night long. It was so annoying we got up at 9 and ate breakfast in a room filled with new volunteers. There were like 15 people in the room but most of them left pretty quickly because they were going to an orphanage. Nellie and I got ready and went to the Junction to</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Kenya/Nairobi-Province/Nairobi/blog-732551.html</link>
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                    <title>Kampala Nairobi Day 32</title>
                    <description>We had to get up at 530 am this morning and it was finally our turn to be loud but of course we behaved appropriately. It was raining cats and dogs. Clearly a sign Uganda didn39t want us to leave. John picked us up and dropped us off at the bus station. Checkin was at 630 but Nellie and I had gotten used to African time and knew we would run late. We got into the Royal bus and were more </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Uganda/Central-Region/Kampala/blog-732316.html</link>
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                    <title>Kampala Day 31</title>
                    <description>Unfortunately Peter couldn39t take us to the waterfalls in Jinja because of his injury and we had to come up with a different plan. John Peter39s brother picked us up at 10 o39clock and we went to the city to buy our bus tickets to Nairobi. Later he brought us to the National Theatre where they had a lot of little stands with Ugandan craftwork and we got some last souvenirs there. We dec</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Uganda/Central-Region/Kampala/blog-732261.html</link>
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