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                    <title>Loathing Las Vegas</title>
                    <description>VIVA LAS VEGASOn a lazy Sunday afternoon in the middle of September while drinking beer and watching football basically just wasting time and not doing anything that can be construed as something even mildly meaningful I decided that I should go somewhere someplace sometime in the very near future to waste even more time and do something even more meaningless and spend a week doing something so </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/Nevada/Las-Vegas/blog-746840.html</link>
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                    <title>Rock the Bund</title>
                    <description>Rock BundYouve never been to Shanghai unless youve been shanghaied by a couple of beauties at the pedestrian mall on East Nanjing Road. This is what I was told by lots of people I know whove been to Shanghai. Dont get shanghaied on East Nanjing Road. I was skeptical. What could they do in broad daylight Pick your pocket Sell you fake Rolex watches I had no idea and I was about to fi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Shanghai/Luwan/blog-524976.html</link>
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                    <title>The D3202 Train to Shanghainan</title>
                    <description>Red ChinaThere was one thing that I wanted to do before I did anything else while in Xiamen and that was to buy a train ticket to Shanghai at the train station then I could go ahead and continue on with my aimless wanderings around Xiamen. I accomplished that objective on my third day in Xiamen China. I bought a train ticket that will take me from the Xiamen train station to the Shanghainan tra</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Shanghai/Huangpu/blog-521466.html</link>
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                    <title>Koxinga Huizenga</title>
                    <description>On my second day in China I woke up at three o'clock in the morning. This means it's noon back home on Sunday. This typically happens when traveling to the Far East from the Far West. A whole day is obliterated in your calendar although you do gain it back on your way home but you end waking up in the middle of the night because your mind and body can't adjust instantly to the fifteen hour time di</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Fujian/Xiamen/Gulangyu/blog-517409.html</link>
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                    <title>Xiamen Surprise</title>
                    <description>A day is skipped when traveling to the Far East from the Far West like from California to China. A redeye flight from Frisco International. Final destination is Xiamen a small coastal city in the Fujian Province in the southeastern part of China. I have never been there. I have never been to China period. Writing the word period at the end of a sentence may seem a tad bit redundant and moronic</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Fujian/Xiamen/blog-515338.html</link>
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                    <title>Bali Wood</title>
                    <description>The Taxi driver who drove me to Suvarnabhumi Airport is named Sukhumnipursriniram. Im mot sure I spelled his name correctly. I havent the foggiest idea how to say it correctly either. Its a long ass name longer even than the Hawaiian Superman Israel Kamakawiwoole. Actually Bruddah Iz is not the Hawaiian Superman. He just wrote and sang a song called Maui Da Hawaiian Supaman. But at l</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Bali/Kuta/blog-410957.html</link>
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                    <title>The Unbearable Lightness of Aimlessness</title>
                    <description>Saturday April 12 2009I really have nothing specific to do here. The only reason Im here is because I booked a flight online a few days ago when I was in Laos to Bali from Bangkoks Suvarnabhumi International Airport. My flight is on Monday April 14 2009 two days away from now. I got here early for precautionary reasons in case something went totally awry so that I would have enough ma</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-408652.html</link>
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                    <title>The Midnight Express</title>
                    <description>A large group of young monks in orange robes piled into the tiny Nong Khai train station in the afternoon accompanied by an older monk who was obviously an elder mentor of some sort as well as their guide or guardian. These young ones were tiny little creatures with shaven heads and wearing nothing but the bright orange sheets that they wrapped around their bodies with and their feet were either b</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/North-East-Thailand/Nong-Khai/blog-406346.html</link>
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                    <title>Gypsy Road</title>
                    <description>Southeast Asia is full of hawkers touts and scam artists combing the streets where many tourists tend to congregate and they are the most intense and aggressive in the border towns of Laos Cambodia Vietnam Thailand and Burma. The minute you get off the plane train bus or outside of your hotel touts of all types will undoubtedly approach you and quote you a price of a service you dont e</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/North-East-Thailand/Nong-Khai/blog-403735.html</link>
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                    <title>Everybody Wieng Chan Tonight</title>
                    <description>The flight from Hanoi to Vientiane takes only about one hour but the price of the plane ticket cost almost twice as much as the flight from Saigon to Hanoi. I have no idea why this is so other than its probably due to some tariff levied on international flights. I had wanted to take a bus from Hanoi to Vientiane Laos via Dien Bein Phu but many travelers whom I met in Hanoi discouraged me from </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Laos/West/Vientiane/blog-401570.html</link>
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                    <title>Hanoi Jane John McCain</title>
                    <description>Dominique An old French lady yelled to another near Gate 6 of the departing lounge at the domestic terminal of Tan Son Nhat International Airport in Saigon. Dominique She yelled again. Dominique She yelled a third and final time because thats when Dominique finally noticed that her old friend was trying to catch her attention. Dominiques friend had been whistling a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Red-River-Delta/Hanoi/blog-399817.html</link>
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                    <title>The Loud American</title>
                    <description>Got in a little hometown jamSo they put a rifle in my handSent me off to a foreign landTo go kill yellow man nowFrom Born in the USA by Bruce SpringsteenRefugeeThe dust has settled somewhat after thirty plus years since the fall of Saigon on April 30 1975. The Vietnamese Refugees have settled somewhat comfortably in the USA. Some have even comeback to visit the motherland. Others have totally a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/blog-397527.html</link>
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                    <title>Chicks dig the long dong</title>
                    <description>Got on a plane in FriscoAnd got off in VietnamI walked into a different worldThe past forever goneFrom Still In Saigon by the  Charlie Daniels BandGetting on the plane in FriscoMy coworkers tried their darnedest to keep me in the office for as long as they could but I wrestled my way out of there by 4 pm. I got out of there past my coworkers past some pretty important people whose favorable opin</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Vietnam/Southeast/Ho-Chi-Minh-City/blog-396012.html</link>
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                    <title>Nuestro Perdido Eden</title>
                    <description>Manila is not for the faint of heart. Even if youve been to some pretty nasty places on the face of this planet it is hard not to feel sad and disgusted at the sight of Manilas slums and squatter areas. I made a cursory walking tour just across the Pasig River from Intramuros and what I saw was not a pretty sight a hodgepodge of settlements makeshift houses made of corrugated sheet metal</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Negros-Oriental/Dumaguete/blog-323246.html</link>
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                    <title>Perla del Mar de Oriente</title>
                    <description>Manila is a god awful place. This is what I was told by every Filipino I know in the United States Filipinos who've never been to Manila Filipinos who have been to Manila but left a long time ago and never wish to return Filipinos young and old Filipinos born in the Philippines but immigrated to the United State a million years ago and Filipinos who were born and raised in the United States a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Manila/blog-320647.html</link>
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                    <title>1 Utama Batting Cage</title>
                    <description>I had not planned on stopping in Kuala Lumpur but to due to conflicts in scheduling and the intricacies of traveling I had no other choice so I was stuck in KL for a couple of days with nothing specific to do. Kuala Lumpur is not necessarily one of my favorite places in Malaysia but its endurable. I probably like it a little more than Singapore but Im not sure. One thing for sure though. </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Wilayah-Persekutuan/Kuala-Lumpur/blog-318047.html</link>
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                    <title>Temples Tourists and Tuktukmobiles</title>
                    <description>Cambodia. Its the end of my prolonged stay here in a country that I barely knew. There are a lot of things in Cambodia that I havent really seen. I have seen very little of it as a matter of fact. Siem Reap is one. The area around the temples of Angkor is another. These two places are hardly representative of what Cambodia is really all about because there are too many tourists and you know</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Cambodia/North/Angkor/blog-313710.html</link>
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                    <title>Pub Street Nights</title>
                    <description>I get on my knees and prayWe dont get fooled again	by The Who a rock bandThe toughest thing about writing is when the events that happen all around you are so boring that you would rather not write about them at all for fear of producing work thats uninspiring unimaginative and completely dull. Aspiring fabulists who are unable to capture the magic out of an ordinary mundane situation of</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Cambodia/North/Siem-Reap/blog-312696.html</link>
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                    <title>Uncle Thom</title>
                    <description>A train of elephants comes parading out of the south gate of the Angkor Thom compound as I was walking down the short causeway that leads to the entrance. The elephant drivers are all wearing green uniforms fashioned in traditional Khmer clothing. Tourists eagerly point and click at these humongous creatures lumbering out of the south gate of Angkor Thom. One foolish tourist got so close practica</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Cambodia/North/Angkor/blog-308807.html</link>
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                    <title>Angkorama</title>
                    <description>I woke up relatively early in the morning of my second day in Cambodia a nice partly cirruscloudy morning with no trace of the rain that came pouring down in the Siem Reap flatlands the night before just after ten in the evening. Kampuchea is the Khmer translation of the westernized Cambodia. In French they say Kim  Budge but it is spelled Cambodge. I wouldve thought that the French pronunc</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Cambodia/North/Angkor/blog-306450.html</link>
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