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                    <title>Another Left Turn</title>
                    <description>The following is dedicated to the life of Mrs. Mary Wiliamson whose life was dedicated in great part to raising a fine family and whose son I consider to be a very decent friend.NASCAR has never appealed to me.  I cannot buy into the fanaticism.  NASCAR fans rejoice in attending an event where there is a real possibility someone could die at any moment.  For them it is thrilling.  For me it only </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/Tennessee/Bristol/blog-481482.html</link>
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                    <title>17  A OneHorse Town from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>On the surface Aguas Calientes is wholly forgettable.  No one ever chooses to stay here.  Its an inconvenient necessity.  Now known as Machu Picchu Pueblo it is no more than a holding tank and transfer point for the ruins above.  There are three types of people in Aguas Calientes  residents who exclusively live off tourists tourists who are going to Machu Picchu or tourists who have been a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Aguas-Calientes/blog-516094.html</link>
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                    <title>16  Is This Pandora  No It's Machu Picchu from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>It has gotten to the point now that I wear my increasingly soiled khaki travel trousers as point of pride.  I want to see how dirty they can get before I break down and disinfect them in the laundry.  Its a good thing Rosalinda isnt here.  She would have shut the trip down until every last stain spot and streak was removed.  There is only small stirring at Ollantaytambos train station a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Machu-Picchu/blog-516075.html</link>
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                    <title>15  Above and Beyond Ollantaytambo from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>Ollantaytambos cobblestone streets eventually devolve into gravel an invisible fence for tourists.   A gravel road parallels the stream that runs into the Urubamba River.  It further deteriorates at an ordinary church painted in mustard yellow.  To the left are the far extensions of the ruins then wilderness interrupted by verdant crops.  A young chap in a Yankees cap walks by me with his han</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Ollantaytambo/blog-516085.html</link>
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                    <title>14  Ollantaytambo from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>Cusco is the launching pad for the Sacred Valley which earns its name by having reached the swerving heights above Urubamba.  The Andes crash from the heavens at a sixty degree angle into the Urubamba River.  The massive ridges crisscross every few kilometers forcing the river to make wide loops for most of its course.   From the drab and uninspiring urban grid after which the river is named I h</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Ollantaytambo/blog-516083.html</link>
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                    <title>13  HippiesPlease Use Back Door From Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>Its not that I dont like hippies its that I have no use for them.  None has ever caused me personal strife.  They rarely annoy me.  As far as I know hippies dont cause violent crime or even foment revolution theyre usually too stoned to bother.  They are simpleminded overeducated and generally useless.  Never has an entire social subgroup amounted to absolute dead weight.   Cus</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/blog-516078.html</link>
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                    <title>12  My First Time in Peru But Not in Cusco from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>To come to Cusco is like flirting with an intoxicant.  This colonial masterpiece of the Spanish Empire puts me in a very familiar element.  For me it is a temporary suspension of reality for other travelers it can become a very very prolonged one.  Many come for weeks and still havent left.  Cuscos rules of engagement with the safe and friendly confines of its historical core rarely change</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Cusco/Cusco/blog-516077.html</link>
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                    <title>11  Mother of God from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>The signs at the beginning were ominous.  I dont know what stood out more on our bus scheduled to twist and turn for the next twentyone hours from Ayacucho to Cusco.  The fluorescent red faded among the tired and worn window frames on the outside of the coach.  As I walked around to the drivers side I peeked below the undercarriage.  None of the few inches of slick mud had clung to the ba</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/blog-516727.html</link>
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                    <title>10 Wari and Quinua from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>It is a chance to get out of town and see the region.  The antibiotics have taken effect both sides have called a truce.  With enough toilet paper in my daypack to hold me over I am willing to make a go of it.The Wari whose decline started somewhere near 1000 AD controlled what is now all off Peru before the Incas.  They left behind a city on a hill about twenty miles outside of todays Ayac</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Ayacucho/Ayacucho/blog-513443.html</link>
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                    <title>9 Ayacucho from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>For the longest time I have looked forward to seeing Ayacucho.  A classic university town it has shed its notorious reputation as the intellectual birthplace for the Shining Path.  Nowadays the Sendero Luminoso Shining Path has left Ayacucho behind and has taken to the jungle for the economic pursuits of drug trafficking.  In its wake is a vibrant and energetic city reborn yet still eschewed b</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Ayacucho/blog-513489.html</link>
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                    <title>8 I Can't Feel My Knees from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>The problem isnt getting to Huancavelica from Huancayo to the north.  It is trying to arrange any sort of transportation from the departmental capital moving south to Ayacucho.  This missing link assures that foreigners will not go out of their way to spend time in the area.  Until a bus link is established Huancavelica will remain very quiet and its potential underdeveloped.Four  Then </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Ayacucho/Ayacucho/blog-513442.html</link>
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                    <title>7  Turn Off the Paved Road for Yauli from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>If Huancavelica moves slowly Yauli goes in reverse.  A bucolic settlement forty minutes from Huancavelica by taxi it is an unassuming town of a few thousand far enough away to leave the tedium of Huancavelica behind but original enough to make a day of it.  Within ten minutes of leaving Huancavelica the taxi turns off to the right and dips along an unpaved road.  The track hugs the mountainside</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Huancavelica/Huancavelica/Yauli/blog-513438.html</link>
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                    <title>6 Slowing Down in Huancavelica from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>Someone did something to piss off the driver who is taking us from Huancayo to Huancavelica.  Master of his own Nissan sedan equipped for four scrawny passengers he seemed to be in a good mood.  Perhaps he was rooting for Argentina and lost it after they rendered a fourth goal to the Germans.  I honestly have no idea but why did he have to take it out on us  It is no wonder why Peru is famous f</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Huancavelica/Huancavelica/blog-512823.html</link>
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                    <title>5 Under the Influence of Altitude from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>I once thought that those who contract altitude sickness were simply doing something wrong.  They didnt take the proper precautions.  They were not employing the proper breathing techniques to get enough oxygen into their system.  I was sure if I concentrated enough and took very deep breaths this surely would not happen to me.  Rather it would be the other passengers who would start to sway an</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Huancavelica/Huancavelica/blog-511913.html</link>
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                    <title>4 Wardrobe Malfunction from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>WhWhat are those  Rosalindas tone was one of shock and extreme disapproval.  She pointed at the region around my thighs.  I bent over to look for a creepy crawly or perhaps an embarrassing stain left over from lunch.  Nothing.  I bent around and took a gander down my backside.  The coast was clear.  I was relieved.  It couldnt be anything too humiliating..What are you talking abou</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Lima/Lima/Barranco/blog-510908.html</link>
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                    <title>3 Night and Day in Lima from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>Foreign tourists safely roam in the midst of the bright lights of Miraflores.  Theyre in a comfort zone.  The posh coastal district of Lima calls them to what is achingly familiar.  Need a pair of shoes  There is Payless.  Dont like the powdery dust that passes for instant coffee at your guesthouse  Then pick up a double mocha flat cinnamon decaffeinated latte with an imported caramel twis</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Lima/Lima/Barranco/blog-510485.html</link>
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                    <title>2 The Friar's Leap from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>From the beginning I have received the same type of advice.  Dont do this.  Dont go there.  Dont walk at night.  I feel imprisoned by factors beyond my control  my attire skin complexion and passport.  There is a small part of me that wants to get mugged just to get it over with so I can get on with this trip.So Ricardo where do you want to go today my love    Marisa is the o</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Lima/Lima/Barranco/blog-510231.html</link>
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                    <title>1 Off the Grid in Lima from Under the Influence of Altitude</title>
                    <description>It is a city where I have never been but one with which I am all too familiar.  Lima does not wake up gently.  Dawn brings about a concert of revving diesel engines incessantly piercing jackhammers and overly sensitive car alarms.  Overstuffed minivans wobble as they race through intersections lacking stop signs traffic lights or a traffic officer.  The limeo version of the classic scene of</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Peru/Lima/Lima/Barranco/blog-509838.html</link>
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                    <title>Under the Influence of Altitude  Prologue</title>
                    <description>	Is it possible to do twice as much in half the time Ever since my privately dramatic encounter with the legal system last year long vacations in far off lands to have not been part of the program. A steel sword has halved the sixtyplus days of selffulfilling meandering through countries whose towns I cannot pronounce and whose names are etched in script that would render me illiterate. Instea</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/Connecticut/Manchester/blog-506773.html</link>
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                    <title>The Summer of My Salvation  Chapter Thirteen  Hobart</title>
                    <description>It was a coin flip between Tasmania and Darwin perhaps even Cairns.  In place of parasols sunscreen and holidaymakers poolside I have opted for drizzly pastoral and off the radar screen.  I have to congratulate myself for choosing so wisely.  Its hard to put a finger on it but Ive hit my stride in Tasmania.  Those familiar ties are back to signal the winter stages of my brief Australia</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Oceania/Australia/Tasmania/Hobart/blog-428030.html</link>
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