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                    <title>Zlat Baant Slivovica Tesco and a spot of camel toe.</title>
                    <description>iWent to Bratislava thats in Slovakia. The End.Oh ok Ill try and spice it up a little bit could be a challenge though. And thats not to say Im writing Bratislava off as a borefest but lets just say that 2 days is more than enough 1 would have been perfect.After a ferouciously shit nights sleep in Budapest due to some obnoxious Spanish snoring in the dorm I boarded the train to Brat</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Slovakia/Bratislava-Region/Bratislava/blog-781724.html</link>
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                    <title>From Pest to Buda and back again</title>
                    <description>Buried three seats deep next to the window nowhere to run nowhere to hide it was obvious that after 5 minutes of airtime that I was going to need the biggest piss ever to grace my 30s with. Window seats really are a wretch at times. The gauntlet before me was that of a small Hungarian boy and his much larger grandmother with coats and dishevelled clothing splashed all over the place. I can o</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Hungary/Central-Hungary/Budapest/blog-781590.html</link>
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                    <title>Up in Arthurs pAss</title>
                    <description>Keas this morning proving to be a complete pain in the cockhole I can understand now why they call them the clowns of the south. I was trying to get sorted for a days trek and I had 3 of them around me being all way to inquistive for my liking. Running off with bottle caps piercing a hole in my tube of toothpaste trying to delace my trainers as well as being like the kids from the estate t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/blog-758044.html</link>
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                    <title>Down in Arthurs pAss</title>
                    <description>And so my encroachment upon the south island begins and a loosely planned one at that looser than a Manchester Street hooker I headed out east along route 73 the Great Alpine Highway via Arthurs Pass. Thankfully the daily grind and my scuzzy lifestyle was being left to one side for the time being I now found myself with the freedom and time to assess what the south island had to offer taking</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/South-Island/Arthur-s-Pass-National-Park/blog-758042.html</link>
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                    <title>The Christchurch Blues</title>
                    <description>After 9 months of labour camp I think its about time to make a dent in the South Island. But first a few words on Christchurch a city vastly knobbed by earthquakes. I had no idea of the impact of the quakes until I arrived here walking around for a couple of hours upon arrival was enough to grasp that the place was pretty fucked. And the fact that I was due to spend a bulk of time here workin</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/New-Zealand/South-Island/Christchurch/blog-748139.html</link>
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                    <title>Enter The Gobi  Day 9</title>
                    <description>Today would see our tour end and we would return back to Ulaanbaatar. A relatively straight forward affair you would have thought however not when your driver gets pulled over by the police and it turns out that he doesn39t even have a driver39s license. So our driver Jackie was escorted via police car to some town 30 minutes away. Whilst we all sat in the minivan by the roadside and waited</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Mongolia/Gobi-Desert/blog-666504.html</link>
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                    <title>Enter The Gobi  Day 8</title>
                    <description>Jean Luca certainly setting no trends this morning over breakfast turning up with his bright blue woolly jumper tucked into his unpure white shellsuit bottoms. Bottoms so old and soiled in grime that they surely predated Caesar.Fried eggs for breakfast quite the treat one a piece Jean Luca takes the biggest one and then tells everyone that he doesn39t really like eggs. I on the other hand </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Mongolia/Gobi-Desert/blog-666140.html</link>
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                    <title>Enter The Gobi  Day 7</title>
                    <description>This morning we exited Orkhon National Park and made way to Erdene Zuu Khiid monastery near the town of Kharkhorin. The closer we got to our destination the colder it seemed to get. It began to snow white patches beginning to colour in the surrounding landscape.I backed off upon arrival at our nights ger be in so I had first dibs at the best bed in the house the night previously. Jean Luca was ge</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Mongolia/Gobi-Desert/blog-665902.html</link>
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                    <title>Enter The Gobi  Day 6</title>
                    <description>Today we left behind the barron landscape of the Gobi and made way to Orkhon National Park. The landscape becoming more lush with an abundance of grass and running waterways coercing through a series of wide spread valleys. The hairy bovine that is the yak would make its first appearence on my trip so far. Did you know that 39Yak39 is a Tibetan word I did. Arriving at our nights ger I took </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Mongolia/Gobi-Desert/blog-664548.html</link>
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                    <title>Enter The Gobi  Day 5</title>
                    <description>Felt like a pile of decaying crap today as we traversed some 290km over bumpy arse terrain toward the town of Arvaikheer for our first shower in 5 days. Couldn39t wait for Jean Luca to have his shower not in a gay way but just so he could purify himself of the stench that he was exposing everyone to in the minivan. He smelled like a bag of forgotten game keepers catch. With his stench and my u</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Mongolia/Gobi-Desert/blog-664073.html</link>
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                    <title>Enter The Gobi  Day 4</title>
                    <description>Woke up this morning with an itchy head I probably had nits. Its difficult to maintain a healthy existence without showers and baths. I don39t know how often the Mongolian country folk wash but its certainly not everyday which leads me to believe that it must be considered somewhat of a chore around these parts. Anyway I headed to the nearby stream and washed my grisly locks the water was i</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Mongolia/Gobi-Desert/blog-660326.html</link>
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                    <title>Enter The Gobi  Day 3</title>
                    <description>First up this morning we paid a visit to the flaming cliffs named incidently because of the firey twinge that they possess. An area also famous for the discovery of Dinosaur eggs and also Velociraptor specimens. Close by was a ger set up as a museum or 39useum39 as the 39M39 had fallen off. Several pictures bones and artifacts were held inside that had been recovered from within the</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Mongolia/Gobi-Desert/blog-658901.html</link>
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                    <title>Enter The Gobi  Day 2</title>
                    <description>Paralysis never kicked in which was a good thing as being some 10 hours away from Ulaanbaatar I39d have been as good as fucked. The same for a multitude of health afflicting conditions that could affect one out here undoubtedly. It was a cold start but by late morning a pleasant cool had taken a hold. Today we were making way to Bayanzag and today I was the mug travelling in reverse was no</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Mongolia/Gobi-Desert/blog-656952.html</link>
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                    <title>Enter The Gobi  Day 1</title>
                    <description>Jetlagged and disorientated I climbed aboard a Russian van to initiate the beginnings of a 9 day tour of the Gobi. I hate tours actually I fucking detest tours its complete pot luck as to whom you might get stuck with and in this day and age the chances of getting stuck with some Frenchies are just way to realistic. Unfortunately navigating the Gobi and much of Mongolia for that matter on ones </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Mongolia/Gobi-Desert/blog-652361.html</link>
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                    <title>UB</title>
                    <description>The population of Mongolia situated somewhere around 2.75 million people makes the country in contrast to its land mass one of the least populated countries on earth. It39s this fact that doesn39t bother me one little bit. No people What a delightful concept just miles and miles of beautiful open expanses rolling hills and the bubonic plague but that39s another story. To make way for </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Mongolia/Ulaanbaatar/blog-651870.html</link>
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                    <title>Bumbling Around Burma  Part IV  The Final Chapter</title>
                    <description>The Bus from Bagan to Kalaw clocked in at around 10 hours and was positively the worst bus journey of my life. About 30 people rammed into a bus which should probably only take about 18 passengers max. I had zero leg space crammed in next to some lumpy Italian feller and to my left on a stall using my left flank as a rest were two Burmese women chickens flapping about in baskets people throwing </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Inle-Lake/blog-628792.html</link>
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                    <title>Bumbling Around Burma  Part III</title>
                    <description>Bagan an ancient capital of several kingdoms within Burma home to some 2217 pagodas. One of the big four destinations in Burma if not THE destination. The plan of attack was to spend a few days here exploring the temples and its surrounds mostly via bicycle. And thats pretty much what happened. But for starters for a mere I believe 16 a night I perhaps stayed in one of the nicest hotels th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Bagan/blog-628231.html</link>
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                    <title>Bumbling Around Burma  Part II</title>
                    <description>We arrived early and it was still dark again we had booked our hotel in advance at the UFO guesthouse and again received a pickup from the bus station in all my time travelling Id very rarely considered booking ahead it really does save a lot of hassle when you are dumped in a new town in the middle of the night with zero bearings. I would consider doing this more often but in some cases it</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Mandalay/blog-626892.html</link>
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                    <title>Bumbling Around Burma  Part I</title>
                    <description>Wasnt going to blog but with a weekend off work in the outback with an abundance of nothing to do I decided to reminiscence upon my journey to Burma. General reasoning for not blogging Time inspiration lack of all round laziness and also the boiling down to the fact that having travelled around southeast Asia on and off now for the past 4 years or so it just doesnt come across as so o</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Yangon-Region/Yangon/blog-626060.html</link>
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                    <title>The Other Side</title>
                    <description>12072010Time to spice up my travels a little my Indonesian visa was due to expire so in order to get an extension I would have to venture out of the country. Situated in Kupang West Timor belonging to Indonesia I would have to head to Dili the capital of East Timor also known as Timor Leste where in 1999 it became its own country. After years of conflict due to an unwanted Indonesian occupati</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/East-Timor/Dili/blog-525818.html</link>
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