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                    <title>French Polynesia  A serious travelblog</title>
                    <description>In a nutshell there is no cheap way of doing French Polynesia. My trip through Tahiti Bora Bora Moorea and Rangiroa was an expensive exercise  but it is worth it. There are no hawkers taxi drivers dont hassle you because they make a lot of money from cruise ship tourists on tours so I found hitching very possible and a great experience meeting lots of people who turned out to become friends. </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/French-Polynesia/blog-777149.html</link>
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                    <title>Anyone heard from Captain Partypants Leaving Rangi stuck in Tahiti</title>
                    <description>After the dramas of yesterday we had to see the Gendarmes about the dive incident but as I didnt speak french and the Gendarme did that oxymoron thing and said I dont speak English YOU JUST DID I was of little use so didnt have much to say or do and wandered back for breakfast. R and his wife and I were all booked on the 12.30ish plane I say ish because my booking said Dept 12.40 Rs said depa</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/French-Polynesia/Rangiroa/blog-770853.html</link>
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                    <title>Diving with Dolphins Dicing with Death Pt I.</title>
                    <description>I waited 8 years to dive Tipuata pass. I first saw it on a nat geo Cousteau documentary. An insane drift dive in very sharky waters with lots of dolphins and big stuff. No dive for a beginner. Diving the pass makes you know you are alive...and life is a very tender amazing and fragile thing.Rangiroa had always been on my dive bucketlist since I saw the Cousteau team diving the pass. From my home</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/French-Polynesia/Rangiroa/blog-770080.html</link>
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                    <title>Bora Bora Baby Getting to know you</title>
                    <description>I woke up at sunrise stumbling out into the most beautiful scenery you could imagine and realising its real. The sort of place where blinking is a sin because thats one millisecond of it you missed. I knew one thing about Bora Bora I did not want to do the tourist things I wanted to find out from the people what the real deal was I was looking for the real Bora Bora not the day visit cruise </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/French-Polynesia/Bora-Bora/blog-769270.html</link>
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                    <title>First impressions count  Bora Bora</title>
                    <description>I didnt actually mean to go to Bora Bora and to be honest wasnt looking forward to it. Its never been on my list it looks pretty in pictures but id always imagined it to be what its marketed as..a honeymooners couples retreat romantic destination with very little to do except sit around and get a tan in between post nuptual trysts. Im astonished at the words i found to describe that rather tha</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/French-Polynesia/Bora-Bora/blog-768683.html</link>
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                    <title>The South Pacific..first stop Tahiti</title>
                    <description>I was only looking on Ebay for a pair of Jeans...which is how I ended up spending three weeks in the south pacific. Cold wintery Perth sitting there looking at the fast decomposing carcass of a relationship wandering how to get out of here and how to find my groove again I was hunting around on Ebay and decided to check for cheap flights...I was dying inside felt suffocated and knew one thing i</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/French-Polynesia/Tahiti/blog-768427.html</link>
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                    <title>Heroin Machine Guns Famous Wrestling Stars.</title>
                    <description>Cambodia May 2 2010. Touched down at Phnom Penh airport in a hazy monsoonal mist around dinner time after a great flight out of Vietnam on a beautiful little prop jet operated by royal cambodian airlines. Lovely airline the pilot was so proud of his new plane he happily swung open the cockpit door to show me his high tech office. ltbr stylecolor 333333 fontfamily 39lucida grande39</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Cambodia/South/Phnom-Penh/blog-716244.html</link>
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                    <title>Shorely not Diving Tulumben  Revenge of the Airline.</title>
                    <description>A few months ago leaving Sumatra I transitted through Bali and on arrival at the airport found a cancelled flight so had to stay an extra night. I found out why the airline cancelled the flight runway curfew and posted it here on their facebook page and on a few Facebook travel pages  and was instantly contacted by them with vouchers for free return flights to..Bali so Giant and I decided to </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Bali/Tulamben/blog-733944.html</link>
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                    <title>And now the bloody Russians are here too Bali Pt. 2</title>
                    <description>So I have issues with the behaviour of Australian tourists in Bali as evident from my last retroblog. A few months later I found myself again in Bali transitting through to Sumatra with Mum. Before we left I agreed to her wishes to see Bali again after 20 years since her last visit on the condition that we did not stay in Kuta. I would rather be shot by a firing squad of dwarves so I get kneecapp</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Bali/Nusa-Dua/blog-727055.html</link>
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                    <title>The night dive at the end of the universe</title>
                    <description>If you had to choose the last night dive you did before you hung up your regs this would be a great place for it.Nothing during the daylight less than 5 minutes from the bar and peir its a deep night dive site on multi levels which makes for lots of equalising and Marco the excellent dive guide and one of the owners of Cubadak described it as a bit of a mixed bag offering walls drop offs nooks</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/blog-711561.html</link>
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                    <title>Why is the lounge moving</title>
                    <description>Mum was lying on a sun lounger reading when the 8.6 quake occurred apparently a significant enough quakes to make worldwide headlines and generate mass panic..except for mum who chose to just keep reading. She felt her lounge start shaking and thought..hmm..what39s going on here. So she stood up lifted the lounger to see if there were 39animals39 under there moving around. Now think ab</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sumatra/Padang/blog-710832.html</link>
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                    <title>Journeys and Destinations Cubadak Island</title>
                    <description>On how many levels does a journey exist Is the journey sometimes a destination unknown or unexpectedIve spent my adult life watching for the Oh Not Again Disapproving face my mother would pull every time I would casually mention I was going diving..in a couple of days..in papua new guinea. I wanted to show my mum the side of me that comes alive when I am travelling and diving a new world to ex</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sumatra/Padang/blog-710572.html</link>
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                    <title>An Aussie in Kuta...Leper in a fools paradise Prologue</title>
                    <description>I wrote this blog during a ten hour stopover from Sulawesi in Bali when I zipped out of the airport to pass some time. As I had a meal and watched the late afternoon crash into evening I started people watching.She pedalled amongst the traffic of Kuta39s tourist heart Matahari Square a straw hat shading her 60 something face chin proudly tilted in that head held high bucket list manner so ar</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Bali/blog-684691.html</link>
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                    <title>Beautiful Bangka </title>
                    <description>BangkaSauhong island lies just to the north east of Manado across the banka strait from the Lembeh Strait. I went there to dive a particular spot which was as stunning as I had been told  I often ask dive guides there favourite spot and this one kept coming up so I knew I had to get there. Bangka isnt the easiest of islands. There are three dive resorts and liveaboards do visit. Trips from Bun</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sulawesi/Menado/blog-682056.html</link>
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                    <title>A plethora of Clitoria in a Sensual Jungle</title>
                    <description>No wait Before you hit the censorship button there is a purely botanical explanation for the blog title. Many many years ago while I was a teenager I had found a picture of a plant known as Clitoria in a Nat Geo Magazine. My brain obviously filed this tidbit of information in the archived files circa 1978 of stuff you may want to remember one day and closed up the file and put it into sleep mode.</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sulawesi/Tangkoko-National-Park/blog-681644.html</link>
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                    <title>Im with Stupid..</title>
                    <description>Spontaniety has always been a character trait that has gotten me into trouble but shown me some of the wonders the world has to offer Which is how I ended up flying out 5 days after I decided I had an urgent and pressing need to go diving. My students were on study break almost all of the puppies were on their way to their new homes and I was sitting on the couch feeling grey and chained to dome</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sulawesi/Bunaken-National-Park/blog-658583.html</link>
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                    <title>Quick WAKE UP we're supposed to be in Bangkok</title>
                    <description>Last weekend was supposed to be a quiet one. Just spent around the house preparing for winter. I had a big pot of pumpkin soup on the stove Giant was sleeping after a long day cleaning the gutters on the roof when I got a txt msg about self check in times. I stared stupidly at my phone for a moment thinking I havent got any flights booked and quickly logged in to check my email. Apparently I had</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-618122.html</link>
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                    <title>Stupid bloody fossils...Wow Im a tourist </title>
                    <description>We settled into our little earthy bungalow at Noppharratara easily with our now altered plans and giants new habit of humming the call to prayer falling into the mellow groove of Noppharratara and Ao Nang. Our days were spent waiting for the weather to be nice enough to let us go out for a dive which didnt look likely for the first few days so we decided to be tourists and check out some of the pl</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ao-Nang/blog-613621.html</link>
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                    <title>I became a ladyboy Giant became a muslim and the ten commandments</title>
                    <description>27 years ago I spent 7 months being a hippy living in a hut on Ao Nang beach with no shoes no camera and no money which wasnt really a problem then because my hut cost me 10cents a week. I had a lot of trepidation about returning to Railay and Ao Nang after such a long time because while I had no camera I had a photo album burned into my brain and I had a few reservations about finding my litt</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ao-Nang/blog-613417.html</link>
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                    <title>Oh dear Saigon..er your bum is rotting honey</title>
                    <description>Visiting Saigon is like going to a rave on serapax. You just cant keep up and your never going to. The entire giant city is on meth. Its like watching a dvd on fast forward and you39re part of it.   Arriving in communist countries is always a drama especially when just a few hours ago you were swimming in the andaman sea trying to straighten up enough to actually get on a plane. When your firs</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/Cu-Chi/blog-568738.html</link>
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