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                    <title>Welcome to Transylvania</title>
                    <description>We landed to a rapturous applause by passangers as the shiftylooking Wizzair plane bounced off the runway at TarguMures municipal airfield. Emblazoned proudly on the side of the terminal are the words 39Transilvania Airport39. I feel rather cheated having believed there is a 39y39 involved. Bram Stoker the Irish gothic writer envisioned a medieval wildwest inhabited by the vampi</description>
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                    <title>To the Valley of the Incas Part 2</title>
                    <description>On the morning of my intended travel to Aguas Calientes in the foothills of Machu Picchu I awaken with a gloriously bad headache. Being in the land that brought us the Pisco Sour I can hardly blame myself though I was pleasantly surprised at my own ability to stomach so much egg white in an alcholic beverage. Trudging down to the restaurant I decided on a light breakfast less for the alt</description>
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                    <title>To the Valley of the Incas Part 1</title>
                    <description>This I think will be my final set of blogs and as Jo has just noted on here Ive been enjoying myself far too much to remember that I should be on here telling you guys about it allMy last few days in Argentina were reserved for friends saying goodbye and promising them that Ill stay in touch. Im not usually all that sentimental but I certainly felt more disconnected once I left and I mi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Cusco/blog-631896.html</link>
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                    <title>A Month In Pictures</title>
                    <description>Yeah sorry guys it was radio silence for a while there... When youre a teacher time flies by sometimes because you having fun and other times because youve just blacked out again trying to think of original ideas for classes. Another month has passed in this mad town and I have another month of awesome memories to share. Problem being so much has happened this month I cant for the life </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/San-Luis/San-Luis/blog-618807.html</link>
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                    <title>Fish Paste Socrates and Hall  Oates</title>
                    <description>God is energy says the woman opposite me. Her eyes widen. I dont know whether shes being comically dramatic or whether if I let out a little puff of chuckle shell break my skull on the fish paste bowl in front of me. Either way I smile and nod. I am sitting in the dining room of Marcellos mothers house. Next to me is Marcellos brother who speaks near perfect English. I kind of wa</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/San-Luis/San-Luis/blog-610298.html</link>
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                    <title>PostEaster NotSoSpecial Special</title>
                    <description>The most frustrating thing that can happen to a writer of blogs is most likely an ambiguous black button on your camera that when lightly pressed deletes all of your hard work pausing only to spurt out a provocative little thank you before it switches itself off. Regardless of the lack of decent photos I think its been an interesting couple of weeks. A little surreal in places but all in </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/San-Luis/San-Luis/blog-608279.html</link>
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                    <title>Velociraptors Constipation and the BBC</title>
                    <description>ARGGGHHHH Im running barefooted as quickly as I can down a largely deserted street in the provincial border town of La Punta. The sand grit and little pieces of glass cut into my soles.  OW GOD An obese man observes me whizzing past from his rusty chair outside one of the houses with a huge grin on his face like Jabba the Hut he wobbles laughing at the sight of me. I hear little pock</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/San-Luis/San-Luis/blog-592749.html</link>
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                    <title>Politics Swearing and Hydroelectric Power inc. video</title>
                    <description>Teaching is in essence a peculiar activity being a teacher in the first place assumes you have some innate knowledge of the subject youre teaching along with the authority and confidence to teach it. Yet teachers sometimes have to study harder than the students themselves. I came here thinking that teaching English would be fairly simple as you know I speak it. But when in the first lesson </description>
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                    <title>Finding My Feet and other lost causes</title>
                    <description>My time in B.A. had its ups and downs. An up perhaps was talking to a German guy and Dutch girl about whether it was ethical to be attracted to Disney characters. We concluded that when it comes to the little mermaid anything goes. You all know about my down of course and my new friend Fernando the locksmith.Its now time to say goodbye to the other volunteers and make my own perilously so</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/San-Luis/San-Luis/blog-588076.html</link>
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                    <title>The Devil Carnivals and Locked Bathrooms</title>
                    <description>Queblah blah blah blah blah en espaolQueblah blah blahI dont know what you want No entiendoI am sitting in my designated seat on the second leg of my two flights to Argentina. This unfortunately for me is the flight from Texas to Buenos Aires and so actually has spanish speaking people on board. The woman next to me evidently wants something and wants me to get out of my seat and</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Buenos-Aires/blog-585874.html</link>
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                    <title>A time to worry...</title>
                    <description>Is everything packed My travel money my documents passport teaching books bug spray What about visas Am I set or have I screwed that up Are they going to turn me away at the gate citing some crucial error on my part All I know is that whenever I doublecheck something my mind likes to play tricks on me and I have to recheck and recheck until the whole thing makes it painfully obvious th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/blog-583603.html</link>
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