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                    <title>Road Signs Poutine and a Strong Blonde</title>
                    <description>You know another great thing about Vermont Mer asked rhetorically. Its within a reasonable drive to so many other great places. I just found out that Montreal is only three hours away Really I replied Ive always wanted to go there. A knowing look passed between us and it was decided Lets go to MontrealWe hopped into Debbie a 1999 Mitsubishi Mirage wi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Canada/Quebec/Montreal/blog-765558.html</link>
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                    <title>Winter Wonderland</title>
                    <description>Lauren Deeley aka Mer is quite possibly the most badass woman I know. She climbs up cliffs jumps out of planes and rockets down Experts Only trails the first time she straps on a snowboard. On top of all that shes also an amazing human being. Shes supportive encouraging and generous with her time her smiles and her delicious homecooked meals. Shes been living in Vermont for the </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/Vermont/Waitsfield/blog-765214.html</link>
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                    <title>The Benefits of Flying a Bankrupt Airline</title>
                    <description>Istanbul to Kiev  an hour layover  Kiev to New York. I was going back West and that was how I was getting there. On paper at least. I got as far as Kiev before things came to a screeching halt the airplanes questionable brakes were only the beginning of the problem. Airport employees were being vague to say the least but from what I could gather AeroSvit hadnt paid their docking f</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Ukraine/Kiev/blog-765241.html</link>
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                    <title>Gains and Losses</title>
                    <description>My Turkish friends have noticed that I cant stop smiling. This is what happens to people in India they say. While I cant argue the truth in their statement I can contend that this is also what happens to people in Istanbul.I love Istanbul for completely different reasons than I love India. Each place has its own special set of circumstances and conditions that make the corners of you</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/Marmara/Istanbul/blog-765149.html</link>
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                    <title>Girls Rule Boys Drool</title>
                    <description>Foreigners traveling in India can chose from any number of things to complain about its too hot too dusty too noisy too dirty too polluted too crowded too poor. The food is too spicy too smelly too goopy too messy too orange. But any woman especially if she is traveling solo and even if shes modestly covered will always have the same complaint there are too many men who stare</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/blog-760778.html</link>
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                    <title>Even More Reasons India is Great</title>
                    <description>Couples desperate for a few unsupervised moments alone line up like linked sausages to neck on the beach. All India STD refers not to a rampant venereal disease but rather a place to make phone calls. Fights are fought with pointed fingers not closed fists. The unmistakable whistle that signals a dance party Tweeeeeeeet Tweettweettweettweet Tweeeeeeet That all parties are dance parties. Th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Maharashtra/Mumbai/blog-763509.html</link>
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                    <title>Guilty Tourist</title>
                    <description>I love everything about traveling  even the inevitable aches that arise from long uncomfortable bus trips and missing home. Ill travel until Im old and gray but I make a horrible tourist. I dont use a travel guide I dont snap pictures of myself in front of iconic landmarks and I never buy souvenirs. To put it bluntly I dont need neat tick marks on a MustDo list digit</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Maharashtra/Mumbai/blog-763035.html</link>
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                    <title>Why I Love to Dance Salsa</title>
                    <description>People often ask me Whats the most important lesson youve learned in all your travels My answer has always been To let go. With each delayed bus traffic jam and unexpected detour with each new language new cuisine new religious custom Ive learned to let go a little more. Be it a stolen truck a broken heart or a cozy comfort zone Ive let them all go some with mo</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Maharashtra/Mumbai/blog-762531.html</link>
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                    <title>Be Careful What You Wish For</title>
                    <description>Somehow I always end up flagging down the slowest rickshaw in Bombay. Im usually never in a rush to get anywhere more than happy to arrive whenever I arrive I leisurely sit back in my sedate transport and bathe in the fumes of all the other autos whizzing past me. But sometimes on my way to go dancing when every minute spent puttputting down the road could be a minute spent on the dance </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Maharashtra/Mumbai/Aksa-Beach/blog-761799.html</link>
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                    <title>From My Seat</title>
                    <description>From my seat on the windowsill I look out the open window. A man either fearless or so desperate to earn the days bread that fear isnt a factor scurries up a palm tree with bare feet a rope and a sickle. Precariously balanced at the top  eye level from my position in a fourth story flat  he cuts down bunches of coconuts ties them up and lowers them to the ground 30 meters below. H</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Maharashtra/Mumbai/Aksa-Beach/blog-760596.html</link>
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                    <title>Eat Pray Go Home and Love </title>
                    <description>People often ask me where I got the money to travel. Then they dont believe me when I tell them that I worked for six months as a waitress in California. But its true. Every single cent of my original travel budget came from bringing people their coffee their eggs their turkey sandwich on wheat no pickle no tomato extra mayonnaise on both sides extra mayonnaise on the side. Whatever p</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/California/Pacific-Grove/blog-759335.html</link>
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                    <title>Back to Bombay</title>
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                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/West-Bengal/Kolkata/blog-755563.html</link>
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                    <title>Of Pilgrims Men and Gods</title>
                    <description>On my second day in Bodhgaya I received the news that due to an emergency at his monastery in Nepal Chkyi Nyima Rinpoche would be unable to lead the pilgrimage to the four holy Buddhist sites as planned. I had joined the group primarily for his presence so I was disappointed to say the least. Then I saw the group I was going to be accompanying and suddenly I didnt want to go anymore.The</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Uttar-Pradesh/Varanasi/blog-754994.html</link>
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                    <title>PrePilgrimage</title>
                    <description>Leaving Sravasti I set out for Bodhgaya  the place where Buddha became enlightened. Its the holiest place in Buddhism and you can feel it. For over two thousand years millions of pilgrims from the world over have made their way there to pray and meditate under the Bodhi tree. By the power of these combined blessings it is said that all virtue is multiplied by eight in Bodhgaya  one pra</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Bihar/Bodh-Gaya/blog-753053.html</link>
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                    <title>City of Glory</title>
                    <description>Sravasti.In Sanskrit it means City of Glory. And in the time of the Buddha Sravasti was indeed one of the countrys most glorious cities. Situated in the fertile Gangetic plain it was the capital of the kingdom of Kosala and home to over 180 million people  amongst them a wealthy merchant named Sudatta. While visiting his brother in the capital of the neighboring kingdom Sudatta met the B</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Uttar-Pradesh/Sravasti-/blog-752934.html</link>
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                    <title>One Year Later</title>
                    <description>As of today Ive been on the road for one year. I think its only appropriate that Ill be spending it on a bus crossing back into India. It feels like just the other day that I was at the San Jose airport being denied my boarding pass to Turkey for not having an exit ticket. Yet I realized that Id been away for a long time while I was in the ladies restroom last week waiting to use t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Kathmandu/Boudhanath/blog-747484.html</link>
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                    <title>Here and Now</title>
                    <description>I wasnt quite sure what to do with myself when I first found out that I wouldnt be able to return to India until I had completed the twomonth suspension period. My only thought was to do another Vipassana course but the next one didnt start for another two weeks. What to do I decided to give CS another try although my experience in Nepal had thus far been a letdown. I wanted someone t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Kathmandu/Boudhanath/blog-745795.html</link>
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                    <title>You Get What You Give</title>
                    <description>When I was 15 I joined a group of bright and highly driven high school students in Washington D.C. to attend Close Up a program designed to give the upcoming generation an inside look at its government in action. For those of you who didnt know me at that age let me tell you a little about myself. I was basically a nerd. Not a typical nerd I didnt wear thick spectacles and I knew how to</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Kathmandu-Valley/blog-745792.html</link>
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                    <title>In Exile</title>
                    <description>My first week in Nepal I couldnt wait to get out and get back to my beloved India. I was so caught up in planning my prodigal return that I had unwittingly closed myself off to all Nepal had to offer. I saw its natural beauty and its peoples heartfelt smiles but my overall impression of the country was negative  it was full of cheats and pushers. My departure date seemed like it would n</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Kathmandu/blog-736663.html</link>
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                    <title>Hidden Himalayas</title>
                    <description>I came to the rainiest part of Nepal during the rainiest time of year. When its not subject to heavy downpours Pokhara is positioned as the perfect launching point for treks to the neighboring Annapurna Range. But there are few souls willing to brave the mud bogs and scourge of leeches that the monsoon brings to the southern slopes of the Himalayas. As for me I had an old rain jacket with a b</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Pokhara/blog-735879.html</link>
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