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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from mudyshox</description>
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                    <title>End of the line</title>
                    <description>  Seeing the lights of England growing larger in the darkness sparked off an odd set of emotions.Happy to be getting back to the Mothership journeys end but sad that this epic trip this rustic lifestyle was entering its final chapter.It was coldnot Spanish cold  but English cold.Snow has fallen over night  dusting the hills around Plymouth in an Arctic blanket.  Cycling from the boat onto En</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/blog-554270.html</link>
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                    <title>Puddles and prejudice</title>
                    <description>  Crossed the border into Pais Vasco at Behobie a relative short up and down along the coast which marked our 3rd entry into Spain on the trip.Suddenly there was a feeling the circle was closing fastin a few days we will be back in Santander where twenty eight months ago we pedalled off the boat and  wheezed our way slowly into the Pico's de Europa with barely 300km on the clock.Thirty three th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/blog-552784.html</link>
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                    <title>Last legs</title>
                    <description>  Bedarieux was just what we needed in terms of rest.Phillip and Madleine were the perfect hosts and keen to hear of our trip so far.We even took in Armistice day local style watching  Nicoli their son play Le Marseillaise.A brave choice for him and parents alike as he's only been playing for about two weeks.  Refreshed we cycled on passing Mons la Trivalle a place I had worked with friends eig</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/blog-549057.html</link>
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                    <title>So near yet so far</title>
                    <description>  Having just clocked up the magic 20 000 miles in the pouring rain minutes before the border we entered France cold and wet.From here its a straight run across the south and into Northern Spain where we complete the circle at Santander.Easy  Well not in this rain.We grinded on into Monaco country number 35 and the last new one of the trip.Didnt have the will to do much as the rain was relen</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/blog-548854.html</link>
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                    <title>Chinstrapped</title>
                    <description>  After seven days of camping usually in the wet we were very happy to see Francesca and enjoy a few days in her roof top flat right in the centre of Bologna's old town.What a place too.Its a university town has over 30km of archways several old towers and enough churches and old building to rival any European capital.Italy's really growing on us as a country and with a hostess as easy going as</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/blog-546203.html</link>
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                    <title>Italian downpour</title>
                    <description>  Stepped off the ferry at Ancona port under grey heavy skies and into a light rain that became stronger as the morning went on.Hoping that the clouds would pass we used our time to search the net for year round campsites and a book shop for a map of southern Europe.  The rain was still coming down as we left town along a busy waterlogged road heading north in our crap rain gear which consisted o</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/blog-546150.html</link>
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                    <title>Good weather for fishing</title>
                    <description> To begin with we got the feeling that Montenegro was a top cycling destination narrow lanes from the border with only the odd car or two for company were ideal for a lazy afternoon ride.Then we got to the main road.Maybe were a bit tired of having trucks up the arse  but out on the coast road its a realitybeautiful enough but risky.Blind cornersfast traffic climbs and more twists than a Hitc</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Croatia/blog-539670.html</link>
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                    <title>What a load of rubbish</title>
                    <description>  Albania's a place ive always fancied visiting it was one of those difficult political countries lying like a black mark on Europe's white wall heading backwards while everyone else went forwards but that was then.Now we're here stood on top of one of the thousands of left over bunkers built in Enver Hoxha's time looking out over Lake Ohrid below and wondering what Europe's second poorest cou</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Albania/blog-538548.html</link>
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                    <title>Macedonian meander</title>
                    <description>  You know youve been on the road a long time when the stray dogs start following you around looking at you with pity in their eyes.We're a bit frayed round our material edges nowTati's sandles are more glue than fabric my shorts are more patchwork than Elizabeth Taylor's face and the less said about our underwear  the better but its all good round the world character.Some of the cyclists we s</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Macedonia/blog-538546.html</link>
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                    <title>Greek week</title>
                    <description>  Apart from the Mel Gibson movie Gallipoli I didn't really know a lot about this peninsula's war time history  so I decided to use our day off to inform myself. Having opted away from the pricey 45L price tag for the day tour I ventured out on my bike to take in Anzac cove and the various monuments and cemeteries leaving Tati to use the day off more wisely back at the hotel feeling that a comb</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Greece/blog-535000.html</link>
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                    <title>Out of Asia</title>
                    <description>  Always been a bit dubious about drinking wine from a plastic bottle but here in Turkey the plastic bottle gets a thumbs up.Its good cheap stuff and in true  'gentlemen of the road' fashion we've converted one into a water bottle.Big wine producing region here in the westwith the harvest in full flow there are tractors racing around the roads and people from the east working hard in the vineyard</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/blog-531987.html</link>
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                    <title>Tourist trails</title>
                    <description>  We rarely tell locals we're cycling around the worldusually we opt for a tale about coming from the last border or foreign capital and are heading for a similar destination west.Sometimes telling the whole story can place a financial wall between us and them we're lucky in the sense that even as working class people we can afford to do this where they cannot.t keeps it simple and gets us t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/Central-Anatolia/Cappadocia/blog-527106.html</link>
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                    <title>Pedals on the plateau</title>
                    <description>  Aching a bit this morning both physically and mentally.Physically after the bruising from yesterdays ncident where  thought it would be a good idea to cool off riding through a working car wash.t was a hot day and was just about to pat myself on the back when  went ass over tit onto the soapy garage floor.Covered in dirt and blood oozing from my elbow and knee  took a bow in front of a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/blog-526144.html</link>
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                    <title>The Black Sea</title>
                    <description>  ts a very tropical region around the border giving us alot of flashbacks to our Brazilian ride which seems a lifetime ago now.Glad were not there thoughloved Brazil but were reminded now of how tough it was to cycle there in such oppressive heat.  Tati breezed through passport control as a friend of Turkey where as  had to pay 20 dollars for my 90 day entry.Didnt David Cameron just pledge t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/Black-Sea/blog-523071.html</link>
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                    <title>Lazy days</title>
                    <description>  What a difference a bit of tarmac makes throw in some downhill and Zugdidi at the foot of the mountains was an easy 50km.At least it should of been.  All drug enthusiasts will know what a come down is and we think we're suffering from the cycling variation and  dont mean a come down from the mountains.No its more to do with leaving Kazakhstan and our last difficult countryon paper at least.</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Georgia/blog-521126.html</link>
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                    <title>Svaneti</title>
                    <description> Having decided to fly over Azerbaijan due to the 100 dollar price tag for visas we have found ourselves with a bit of time on our hands.And what better way to use that time than a 300km detour on a crap road through the high Caucasus mountains of Svaneti.Five years ago we thought about doing the Svaneti loop but banditry was rife at the time so we turned it down.Seems the bandits have gone now an</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Georgia/blog-519647.html</link>
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                    <title>Old roads</title>
                    <description>  It felt good stepping off the plane in Tbilisifor one the bucket of bolts made it over the Caspian sea and two it took us back to civilization and a real city.With our bikes wrapped up in some bedding material bought from a Kazak market we were soon unpacked and pedalling into the night to find an easy camp a kilometre from the airport.  Tbilisi is a great city to visitespecially when youve b</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/blog-519172.html</link>
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                    <title>Nothing out there but trouble</title>
                    <description>  So many locals in many countries warn us about police corruption.It is a problem around the world but as a cyclist its rare you will run into trouble of this kind.It seems that as you don't own a car then its likely you cant afford onetherefore not worth the hassle of finding an infringement.  Unless of course you come to the  Baikonur area out in the Kyzylkum desert.Baikonur is Russias NASAth</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Kazakhstan/Western-Kazakhstan/blog-513891.html</link>
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                    <title>The world according to Mudyshox</title>
                    <description>   Israel placed the final box down in the corner and mopped his brow''Finished master'' he announced letting out a tired sigh. God stood in the storeroom and nodded assessing all of the boxes stacked in neat tidy piles work that only a strictorderly housewife could achieve.He was satisfied.  ''Take thisyouve earnt it'' he said to Israel tossing him a box containing the dead sea.Outside he cou</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Antarctica/Temp/blog-513638.html</link>
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                    <title>Atkoodastan</title>
                    <description>  A sure sign of Europe coming ever nearer was the re appearance of  overlanders driving their 4x4s and motorbikeslast seen by us in the desert of Western Africa.We spent the night camped with two young French brothers en route to China from Paris driving their mums Renault that they'd customized in true bohemian style.Auther was driving his younger sibling Victor to university in Shanghai and th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Kazakhstan/blog-513058.html</link>
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