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<title>Travel Blog | dan4brentford</title>
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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from dan4brentford</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 17:12:20 +0000</pubDate>
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                    <title>"BALL"</title>
                    <description>Before I flew down under I visited my friend in Singapore Su. I met Su in Ko Lanta and she promised she would look after me for a few days. She did a very good job even though she had no sense of direction. Singapore for me is definitely nice to see once or twice but there is no need for me to go back. It39s just a big expensive city for fat cats. Even the Chinatown did not sell knock off</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/Australia/Victoria/Melbourne/blog-626402.html</link>
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                    <title>Deet Deet</title>
                    <description>On arrival back to Kuala Lumpur I had a special someone to pick me up. It was only my Mother. I guess that is the advantage of having one side of the family on the other side of the world. Big hugs all round. She had already been in Malaysia for two weeks with her sisters and began speaking Malay to me. Interrupting her I said you do remember I only speak English dont you One perk of not </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Sabah/blog-626400.html</link>
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                    <title>A Horrendous History with a Positive Future</title>
                    <description>On the way to Phnom Penh our bus stopped off at some street stalls. Many locals were chomping away on what to them looked delicious. On closer inspection these guys were feasting on deep fried bugs. Cockroaches grasshoppers and huge spiders. One lady was eating them like a packet of crisps in the seat in front of us on the bus. Not to my liking whatsoeverJames and I had little time to enjoy</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Cambodia/South/Phnom-Penh/blog-619388.html</link>
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                    <title>Angkor What</title>
                    <description>With James being mischeivous again if you ask me nicely you could find out we had to rebook our buses to Cambodia. This meant we needed an extra days worth of clothing which James did not. Being preoccupied or just plain lazy James bought a tshirt rather than wash one he already had. If only it was that cheap at uni. Thankfully the last night went off without a hitch apart from my Khao San</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Cambodia/North/Siem-Reap/blog-619386.html</link>
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                    <title>"This is Surreal"</title>
                    <description>After a swift exit from Laos and two more stamps I was back in Thailand. It was at this time I realised I had lost another pair of headphones. That39s set number three gone. With a twelve hour train imminent I was driven from shop to shop by a crazy female Tuk Tuk driver. She was one in a million but all she drove me to were mobile phone shops. Apparently Nong Khai citizens do not listen to</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/North-East-Thailand/Nong-Khai/blog-619385.html</link>
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                    <title>Ville Capitale</title>
                    <description>Yet again the Laos countryside blew me away to get to the capital city. Winding mountain roads passed limestone formations and local villages were the highlights. The scenery sadly ended to bring me to the country39s premier settlement.When I arrived at the guest house the chaps working there found it funny I was British and I was called Dan. They just  could not believe someone could look l</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Laos/West/Vientiane/blog-619384.html</link>
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                    <title>Not Playing By the Rules</title>
                    <description>What was I letting myself in for Was I going to love it or hate it From Luang Prabang there is a road. Not any road though. A single lane mountain road with more twists than a curlywurly. The views in the highlands were terrific but my utmost concentration was needed not to be sick. Every other turn seemed to be a 180 degree corner just like the Monaco Grand Prix. On the way there were village</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Laos/West/Vang-Vieng/blog-619382.html</link>
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                    <title>Classy Cafe Culture</title>
                    <description>This town came with a big reputation. Caroline a Swiss girl of whom I met in India rated this as one of her top places to visit in six months of backpacking. Her first recommendation was to stay at a guest house situated near the Buddhist monasteries. She said the monks wake up at half four in the morning to do a important ritual of which I could watch from the comfort of the guest house. It di</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Laos/West/Luang-Prabang/blog-619247.html</link>
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                    <title>The Mighty Mekong</title>
                    <description>My visa exemption had come to an end so I made for the ThaiLao border. I decided to use my full time in Thailand and spend the night in the sleepy town of Chiang Khong. I was not to do much apart from recharge my batteries and what a place to do it. My guest house lay beside the fast flowing Mekong with scenic land of Laos on the other side. As the Sun lowered I indulged in a couple of glassbot</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Northern-Thailand/Chiang-Khong/blog-619241.html</link>
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                    <title>Same Same But Different</title>
                    <description>Action packed from the beginning until the end. In fact it was amazing before it had even started. The mountain highway passed through some astounding scenery. It weaved through the undulating terrain and at one point our bus nearly travelled backwards because of the slope. During a toilet break I witnessed a monk smoking while he was on the phone.  I could not help staring. Come to think of it I</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/North-West-Thailand/Chiang-Mai/blog-616179.html</link>
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                    <title>Wat Wat Waaaaaat</title>
                    <description>The culture tour continued further north to the ancient ruins of Sukhothai. These are heralded as the best in Thailand. Different from Ayuthaya because they wear no battle scars from humans but from nature. The now converted historical park had been recovered from the overgrowing jungle. No traffic was allowed inside and was perfect for a peaceful bicycle ride. The park is well manicured with shad</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/North-West-Thailand/Sukhothai/blog-616172.html</link>
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                    <title>Cycling Around Like a Headless Buddha</title>
                    <description>Due to a lack of demand I became unable to get a minibus from Kanchanburi to Ayutthaya and had to make do with the local buses. This was slightly intimidating simply because I had not done it before. Also there was no direct bus and a transfer needed to be made in a nontouristy local town. I could not complain. This is what travelling is all about. On both buses I took the back seat simply bec</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Ayutthaya/blog-615699.html</link>
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                    <title>Ninety Tigers Seven Steps and One Bridge</title>
                    <description>The Thai roads and minibuses are not made for people who have had only two hours sleep not eaten and a hangover. For some reason every half a kilometre or so there was a sharp rise and dip in the road. which gave me the rollercoaster stomach feeling. As well as this there were seven Israelis having an incredibly in depth and loud argument about God Knows what. Thankfully I got though it without</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Western-Thailand/Kanchanaburi/blog-611311.html</link>
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                    <title>Beauty and the Beast</title>
                    <description>I did not know what to expect with Bangkok. I have heard many stories some good and some seriously awful. I was excited and nervous at the same time. To get there I had to get a now relatively simple twelve hour bus. Twelve hours on a bus in the UK sounds ridiculous but in Asia it is a different story. These trips occur very often and if I couldn39t deal with them I wouldn39t get anywher</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-611069.html</link>
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                    <title>Phuket Fried Chicken</title>
                    <description>From various sources Phuket has received very mixed reviews. The high majority of backpackers I have met so far have slammed The place. This is mainly due to the lack of culture and the nature of the tourists. Apparently it is made for holiday makers rather than a person living out of one bag for half a year. On the other hand friends who have been to Phuket on a few weeks holiday have loved</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Phuket/blog-609825.html</link>
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                    <title>Sweet But Sour</title>
                    <description>The day started at 6AM. I had not woken up that early since India. Being awake was not the hard part since there was a proper tropical storm occurring. My hut reverberated to the crashing rain. The hard part was packing. I had been in the resort for a week and my hut definitely looked that way and more. Clothes were strewn everywhere and the mosquito net was nothing less than a complete inconveni</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ko-Phi-Phi-Don/blog-609662.html</link>
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                    <title>Beach Huts Hammocks White Sand Snorkelling and Killer Pool</title>
                    <description>Leaving my family in Malaysia was very odd. I had felt so comfortable and stress free over the two and a half weeks I had stayed there. It seemed that I was starting a completely new journey. Places to stay travel arrangements to make and what to do had to be sorted. It all hit me on the plane to Krabi I was on my own again.When landing in Krabi my bag arrived open. I discovered that immigrati</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ko-Lanta/blog-608958.html</link>
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                    <title>The Tourist</title>
                    <description>With Malaysia always having been a holiday destination to mainly visit family many tourist attractions have been overlooked by my immediate family and I. I concluded this was the perfect time to change this trend. My cousin Naz kindly offered to be the guide in Kuala Lumpur. It made a change seeing him in the morning daylight because we both usually went to bed shorty before in the early hour</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Kuala-Lumpur/blog-606870.html</link>
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                    <title>Family Matters</title>
                    <description>I always seem to get some sort of illness when I come to this hot humid and sticky environment. It can range from an upset tummy to heat bumps located in uncomfortable regions. This time it was a sweat rash after spending a whole weekend in the Sun at the Grand Prix. My family seemed to be competing in a gurning contest when they saw my arms. Awful night sleep intense itching and constant show</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Selangor/Shah-Alam/blog-605681.html</link>
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                    <title>Malaysian Grand Prix Weekend</title>
                    <description>From one world sporting event to another although they could not be more different. Being from the UK the Grand Prix was never economically practical to attend at Silverstone. Arriving in Malaysia on race weekend and cheap tickets gave me the opportunity I had been waiting for. Having navigated my way to my family's original home town of Seremban my Auntie Mak Teh and Uncle Ali were waiting </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Selangor/Sepang/blog-593514.html</link>
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