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<title>Travel Blog | Jessica McCabe</title>
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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from Jessica McCabe</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 05:07:11 +0000</pubDate>
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                    <title>Reliving my childhood memories</title>
                    <description>The only way to see France is by camper van and if you dont have accommodation on wheels a tent is possibly the next best option as long as you go by car or bike.ltspangtltspangtltspangt Campsites are littered throughout France and you dont have to travel very far before a sign appears beside the road for yet another campsite. This gives you the freedom to observe aspects of Fran</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Centre/Blois/blog-737952.html</link>
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                    <title>With the clarity of memory I relive my childhood in Polperro</title>
                    <description>Polperro is a tiny fishing village located along the south Cornwall coast arguably the best of all the coasts in the UK.  Little detached houses each unique in size and shape dot the rising hilly landscape encapsulating the harbor below which feeds in to the Atlantic Ocean.  It is far too pretty to be believable too cute and perfect with its quaint narrow streets too small for cars to squeeze </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Cornwall/Polperro/blog-706443.html</link>
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                    <title>We always forget what we have on our side of the fence...</title>
                    <description>Stepping off the plane on UK soil swamped me with a multitude of emotions excitement at the prospect of seeing my family waiting the other side of the airport complete with huge banner surprising my boyfriend that evening it was his birthday and he had no idea I was back wracked with nerves at the prospect of a job interview the next day yet all the while I did not have a moment to breathe</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Devon/blog-705962.html</link>
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                    <title>A sad case of 'too much'</title>
                    <description>The bus ride from Inle lake to Bago was a lengthy fifteen hour stint.   Our plan was to escape the tourist trail and venture down south of Burma in hope we might find even more untouched areas of this formidable country.  The bus journey itself filled me with dread when I learnt we would be retracing our steps back over the same route we took in to Inle lake the one where I witnessed a deeply ups</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Yangon-Region/Bago/blog-699059.html</link>
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                    <title>When the world was silent</title>
                    <description>As I peddled furiously along narrow winding paths trodden only by the footsteps of those before me who live along the banks of Inle Lake I could only gaze at the extraordinary beauty of this natural bowl of water encapsulated by towering mountains. The sun soaked us with its heat the roads coated us in their dust and the locals waved at us cheerily as we passed them. The paths narrowed further un</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Inle-Lake/blog-696479.html</link>
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                    <title>A weight off my shoulders</title>
                    <description>This incident is one of the reasons why I left Burma earlier than initially intended. It has left its mark on me and I still have nightmares. I have debated furiously with myself as to whether I should write about it but feel it might serve as a way of relieving from heavy shoulders by putting it in to words. I recognise I have many more readers on this blog than ever intended originally the blog</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Inle-Lake/blog-688702.html</link>
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                    <title>Is this proof of a God</title>
                    <description>Once you have seen one temple youve seen em all right WRONG. Bagan is famous for the ridiculous number of temples which dot the landscape in the most haphazard of ways. ltspangtltspangtltspangtltspangt Its almost as if a bloke with a bit of money came along found a bit of land and built a pagoda a huge temple or a stupa. A bit like Pokemon fads or even pogs remember t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Bagan/blog-688454.html</link>
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                    <title>In the confines of a monastery</title>
                    <description>As I sit in the confines of a tiny monastery my feet playing in the sun whilst the rest of me resides safely from the harmful rays in the shade of a wooden veranda I make loosely connected conversation with an amiable nun dressed in dashing baby pink. Both armed with different editions of the LP phrase book we delve in to each others lives. I learn that she is 45 but looks early thirties she </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Sagaing/blog-686754.html</link>
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                    <title>Through the kindness of others we experience true beauty</title>
                    <description>I have been moved on my travels I have been forced to contemplate the reality of life with a slap and understood how naive I am. I look at life for what it is with a hint of philosophical consideration but rarely do I chew over my behaviours unless they are emotionally motivated through action or consequence. ltspangtltspangtltspangt Sometimes I shy away from this kind of dangerous th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Irrawaddy-River/blog-686469.html</link>
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                    <title>An overwhelming glimpse of a past life</title>
                    <description>The sinister streets are dark lit only with torches and the beams emanating from car and motorcycle lamps lazily gliding by.ltspangtltspangtltspangtltspangtltspangtltspangtSome streets are darker than I ever imagined blackness to be the shadows a creation of what little moon light filters down into the deepest recesses. The little truck speeds along dusty roads in search f</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Burma/Mandalay-Region/Mandalay/blog-686453.html</link>
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                    <title>Seeking shade in the shadow of a lamppost</title>
                    <description>I squat down in the afternoon heat behind a lamp post casting a great shadow across my body resolutely flowing on to the tarmac. I wipe the beads of sweat from my upper lip and remember how my boyfriend teases me over it.ltspangtltspangt Its rare but it happens and when it does I know its hot. I look to my right and see the next lamp post shadow is taken by an elderly man who smiles </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-682198.html</link>
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                    <title>Bangkok chickboys</title>
                    <description>The world fist introduced me to transsexuals when I was eighteen years old watching Alan Partridge. I did not understand the term ladyboy or chickboy so I asked Google.ltspangtltspangtltspangtltspangt I have laughed along at that particular episode which is one of my favourites but never truly grasped what a ladyboy is or does as I have not taken the time to consider</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-682194.html</link>
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                    <title>It's no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest</title>
                    <description>Yeah....Im a bit tipsy.ltspangt  Big woop wanna fight about it Just drank a Chang one can of Chang but I dont drink too often these days so like a child one sip obliterates me leaving my head light and my physical reactions somewhat delayed. But I just had to write about tonight. Im not in to violence it gets my heart racing and I am certain the more times it beats the quicker I w</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-682162.html</link>
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                    <title>Vulnerable guilty exposed and dealing with it alone</title>
                    <description>I have had a wonderful Christmas a fantastic new year and Malaysia has truly been a joy to experience and is my most favourite of all the countries I have seen so far due to the dynamic inhabitants and mysterious traditions intermingled with other cultures and religions. But I have only a few days left which means only a few days with Carl. I have been travelling alone for five months but when I</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Wilayah-Persekutuan/Kuala-Lumpur/blog-681484.html</link>
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                    <title>Oh Melaka Melacca Malacca....</title>
                    <description>I didnt know what to expect Ive stopped reading the travel guides and decided to wing it. I knew we had to head back to Kuala Lumpur again and dreaded every step that brought us nearer to the dynamic city as it only drew nearer the fact Carl and I would soon be going our separate ways.ltspangt  Mightily I forced the tender thought in to the back of my mind and focused on the no</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Melaka/blog-680569.html</link>
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                    <title>When worlds collide</title>
                    <description>The sun smiles down on me and pierces through my sunglasses as I peer up accusingly looking for the source of all the heat.ltspangtltspangtMy jeans are soaked I am sweating from parts of my body I never knew could produce salty beads but under the circumstances we are close to the equator and I am inappropriately dressed. I cannot blame the sun. Id moan more if it was raining. I hate </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Singapore/blog-679749.html</link>
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                    <title>The one they overlook</title>
                    <description>Finally for the first time in five months I managed to achieve my goal to be the only foreigner in a town. I came close to it many a time in Cambodia and Vietnam but the entire time I stayed in Johor Bhayru we were the only foreigners I base this on the fact we saw no other white people and we were out a lot. I should probably say white person as pretty much everyone in Malaysia is a foreigner</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Johor/Johor-Bahru/blog-679461.html</link>
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                    <title>It rains in the rainforest</title>
                    <description>We all make mistakes thats the thing about travelling you cant see what you book first. You faithfully rely upon that popular travel guide booking sites reviews and photos submitted by the hotel or guesthouses themselves as reliable sources of information.ltspangtltspangt On the very rare occasion we were lucky and got better than we bargained for but sadly too many times a hotel </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Sabah/Sepilok-Orang-Utan-Sanctuary/blog-678270.html</link>
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                    <title>Formidable fusions of East meets West.</title>
                    <description>Bright luminescent lights pierce the darkened sky highlighting crowded streets packed with Christmas shoppers. Giant promotional bill boards tower over us swarming like ants protesting their items are unsurpassed.ltspangtltspangt Red and white taxis whizz past ferrying veiled women back to their five star hotel suites before it gets too late. Enthusiastic little faces peer skywards backwa</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Wilayah-Persekutuan/Kuala-Lumpur/blog-675673.html</link>
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                    <title>Wracked with doubt but armed with a sense of duty</title>
                    <description>Wracked with doubt I find myself contemplating the point of all this work I am doing and the feedback I am getting from others makes me question my motives. Should I or shouldnt I Whats the point Is there a point Am I doing more damage than good Will I alter the fragile existence of lives with bullish western tactics and dreams not ready to be inflicted upon my poor victimsltspangt</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Northwest/Lao-Cai/Sapa/blog-671255.html</link>
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