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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from katetheyak</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 01:24:44 +0000</pubDate>
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                    <title>guiris and natives is there any hope</title>
                    <description>A few weeks ago I had an impromptu dinner after work at La Epoca near metro Alonzo Martinez. The Peter Andre camarero  I swear Jordan is in that kitchen gave us penniless teachers copious amounts of free wine which resulted in a heated discussion about the attractive qualities of Spanish men. We brainstormed and suggested overlyscrawny too into their looks excessively slimebaggish.</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/District-of-Madrid/Madrid/blog-459289.html</link>
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                    <title>la noche blanco</title>
                    <description>One of the most stressful periods I never wish to discuss again after writing about it here blogs are free therapy is flat hunting in Madrid. Work was due to start in October and even though I had arrived two weeks early I was by the end of September seriously lacking fingernails. Every deal that seemed likely fell through at the last minute and I was seriously considering living with a fif</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/District-of-Madrid/Madrid/blog-459288.html</link>
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                    <title> NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH TO APOLOGISE</title>
                    <description>                    The transition my brain had to make upon moving to Spain was immense coming from Asia. My first realisation I was back in civilisation is ironically a very uncivilised tale itself. For the first time in my life I am living in a city with one of the best transport systems in the world. My first rides on the metro produced excitement akin to what the first moonwalkers mus</description>
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                    <title>out of the marvellous and volver to the normal</title>
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                    <title>MOT HAI BA YO....on the central coast 0809</title>
                    <description>In the domestic terminal of HCMCs Tan Son Nhat airport in December 2008 I solved the mystery of why the only people you ever hear of being the victim of petty crime this city are predominately western frequently tourists. Yes westerners are relatively wealthy set against a backdrop of South East Asia and yes they are vulnerable with their uniform copied Lonely Planet maps their </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/South-Central-Coast/Quang-Nam/Hoi-An/blog-368312.html</link>
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                    <title>getting happily sidetracked during Tet Nguyen Dan</title>
                    <description>When I return to Ireland and my mother uses her favourite catchphrase What did your last maid die of I shall reply She didnt die shes alive and well in Vietnam to the best of my knowledge. Yen pronounced Ying has arrived on the first day of her New Year to clean my apartment. She cant clean her own house as sweeping the floor on such an auspicious day is considered b</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/blog-367965.html</link>
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                    <title>What is normal anyway Fields of Athenry motorbikes and Tet...</title>
                    <description>Last night I fell into one of those fitful sleeps caused by too many celebratory Saigon beers theres no such thing as alcoholism once you are a teacher its just called R and R and Im on Tet holidays and the ominous howling of neighbourhood mongrels interspersed with squabbles between them for meagre bits of food. The steady persistence of a lowrolling drumbeat the sounds of inflati</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/blog-367023.html</link>
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                    <title>'tis the season to be commie</title>
                    <description>                                                                   When the Vietnamese celebrate Christmas they must understandably get confused. I personally dont blame them. On paper HCMC has everything for the perfect Christmas similar to what you see in Hollywood movies. With its marriage to anything tacky or eighties in particular the citys passionate love affair with neonl</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/blog-357905.html</link>
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                    <title>it wasn't the dogmeat...</title>
                    <description>Im a bee thats buzzing loudly. Come on now everybody put your hand on your throatfeel that vibrating z sound. BuZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. Louder my class of ZZZZZealous students Do it like a craZZZZy Western teacher who likes ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZylophones.Im buZZZZZZing. Youre buZZZZZZing. Were all BuZZZZZing.Now that</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/blog-345566.html</link>
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                    <title>friends romans countrymen lend me your dictionaries...weeks 345</title>
                    <description>As usual it takes a thunderstorm to give me an excuse to write my blog. Unless you want to take a lunatic of a xeom driver with an addiction to speed and a strong belief in his own immortality under a thin sheet of plastic visibility nil you are ultimately trapped in your guesthouse in a rapidly flooding alleyway. For once Im pleased seeing as its been a few weeks since I last blogged</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/blog-339355.html</link>
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                    <title>hcmc week 2 two extremes</title>
                    <description>As you may have gathered last weeks blog detailed my voyage into the main tourist hotspots of HCMC. Along with being unwitting victim to numerous scams  I also witnessed various laws of physics mainly gravity being broken by xeom riders. I was gawped at laughed at pointed at shouted at smiled at and clapped at sometimes all on just one street I was rained on frequently theres a th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/blog-332436.html</link>
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                    <title>hcmc week 1</title>
                    <description>After an exhausting 32 hours awake through London and Singapore on arriving to Tan Son Nhat airport in HCMC I couldnt get fast enough to Van Trung Hotel  in the Pham Ngo Lao area ILA my employer has arranged for me. At Heathrow my lack of a visa  and one way flight into Vietnam had raised a few eyebrows but due to the large and important queue at first class they left me board. I decided</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/blog-327518.html</link>
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