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                    <title>A fool and his money the bemo from Remo.</title>
                    <description>The tale you are about to read will show contrary to popular opinion that a fool and his money are not so easily parted. This parable though set in the small coastal town of Singkil in the strictly Islamic state of Aceh northern Sumatra could just as easily have occurred in any Asian country but it didn't. You see what you are about to read is no modern travellers fable nor is it the inven</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sumatra/Pulau-Banyak/blog-587595.html</link>
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                    <title>Danau Toba and the Banyak Archipelago</title>
                    <description>This blog is going to be a little different. I am going to seriously reign in the word count and allow the pictures to speak for themselves. We are reaching the end of this particular trip and due to the imbecility of our bank detailed here have all but entirely run out of funds. Planned adventures have had to be abandoned due to their relative expense and replaced with cheaper necessarily mo</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sumatra/Pulau-Banyak/blog-584061.html</link>
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                    <title>God is great sleep is better.</title>
                    <description>Having travelled from Rantapau in Sulawesi to Padang in Sumatra by way of Makkassar and Kuala Lumpur and enjoying not a jot of sleep in the 56 hours that the journey took to complete I began to have serious doubts as regarded my choice of location for our much needed rest and recuperation as we approached Bukittinggi in the cramped rear seats of a battered opelet. The road had become entirely b</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sumatra/Bukittinggi/blog-581085.html</link>
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                    <title>Things don't go as planned in the land of the buffalo cult.</title>
                    <description>Sometimes in life things just don't end up following the route expected of them. Of course the problem with this statement lies in the expectation as opposed to the thing itself. It is my view that a thing expects nothing of itself and that it would be a better world for all if we expected about as much from them ourselves. That shit happens is about as universal a truth as it is possible to</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sulawesi/Tana-Toraja/blog-580112.html</link>
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                    <title>An archetypal tropical idyll</title>
                    <description>The Togean are a group of equatorial islands in the Maluku Sea. They are embraced by the northern arms of Sulawesi which itself is just one of the 17000 islands that together make up the worlds largest archipelago Indonesia. In a land of islands where the sea is a constant in many of its inhabitants lives the Togean remain a beautiful example of how this relationship must have started. Whe</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sulawesi/Togean-Islands/blog-571070.html</link>
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                    <title>It's not cute it's a vicious killer</title>
                    <description>For the most part modern man relates to nature at a distance through conduits be they television the movies literature or myth. All these substitutes for direct experience seek to anthropomorphise the creatures they describe in an attempt to make them more palatable and less alien to the soft skinned tender hearted city dwellers who seek safe escapism between pages and after adverts. This h</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Sulawesi/Menado/blog-564301.html</link>
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                    <title>Breasts</title>
                    <description>Tropical islands are a lot like breasts. Most men remember the day that they saw their first naked breast or at least the first naked breast shown to them willingly and not possessed by their mother as one of the most important and exciting of their lives. For most men the initial excitement engendered by this first viewing is not reduced upon subsequent repetition. Indeed after witnessing his </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Palawan/El-Nido/blog-562178.html</link>
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                    <title>Let there be light</title>
                    <description>Modern man lives in modern cities in modern countries. Depending on your personal sensibilities these cities are held to be either technological and architectural marvels that provide modern man with all his comforts and pleasures in a fully integrated completely controlled and almost totally homogenous environment or simply as pullulating pustules which irreparably disfigure the earth's skin </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Palawan/Port-Barton/blog-560713.html</link>
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                    <title>First time to the last frontier</title>
                    <description>Walking through Iloilo's docks toward the wharf from which our ship to Puerto Princesa was supposed to depart I could see tethered to the dock like an old and lame dog to the railings outside a veterinary surgeon in place of the sleek cruise liner I expected an old rusting hulk of a ship that sat low in the water and listed alarmingly to port. In our excitement we had arrived at the docks exce</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Palawan/Puerto-Princesa/blog-559376.html</link>
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                    <title>A reminder to downsize my dreams</title>
                    <description>	For both of us this was to be our first Christmas outside of Europe and from the moment this trip was conceived we have been incredibly excited by the prospect of spending it on a beautiful whitesand beach in the Philippines under a perfectly blue tropical sky. Unfortunately the weather and the Lonely Planet conspired to somewhat ruin those romantic plans of ours. We chose to spend our Chris</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Romblon/Romblon/Romblon/blog-557396.html</link>
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                    <title>Travelling to stand still</title>
                    <description>North Pandan is a small privately owned resort island just off the west coast coast of Mindoro in the Philippines. It has a palesand beach that bends and curves as it follows two sides of the island in an unbroken sweep of silica. Studding the sand a few metres above the high water mark are hundreds of coconut palms all leaning with their heads bowed in supplication towards the clear warm water</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Mindoro/Pandan-Island/blog-554581.html</link>
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                    <title>Giving in to gluttony</title>
                    <description>It is said that an army marches on its stomach well we travel on ours. Without wishing to demystify the romance of life on the road for any armchair travellers browsing this page at the office or at home with a nice cup of tea and Eastenders on the telly often is the time that lunch ends up being the standout highlight of the day and whilst happily digesting whatever tasty Thai treat we recen</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ko-Phayam/blog-551724.html</link>
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                    <title>India this is not.</title>
                    <description>So I have left her my first love possibly never to see her again India how I will miss you. I feel it is always best to move on quickly after having your heart broken so  I am now after a brief flirtation with Malaysia embarking on a torrid affair with Thailand. So far it has all been romps on the beach romantic sunsets cocktails in beach bars made of bleached driftwood and early morning </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ko-Tarutao-Marine-NP/blog-549536.html</link>
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                    <title>An alternative guide to India. Part one Transport</title>
                    <description>Roads India has these many of them ranging from simple red dust tracks to multilane highways the former are far preferable to the latter but they will not unfortunately be able to transport you any great distances. For this you will need to use the highways. These can range in quality from the really quite abysmal to the vaguely serviceable. Most journeys of any length will provide the in</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/blog-548836.html</link>
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                    <title>Kanha National Park</title>
                    <description>The date of our departure from India from Kolkata on the 18th of November has been known to us for longer than that of our arrival in Mumbai three months ago. I really should have attempted to plan our means of getting there from Delhi much earlier than I did three weeks ago. I admit to a certain degree of naivety and laxity in planning I should have known that even this far in advance such po</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/India/Madhya-Pradesh/Kanha-National-Park/blog-547829.html</link>
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                    <title>Many kilometres for Miles</title>
                    <description>After having somewhat fortuitously made it back to India from Nepal it could be said that this is now my third visit to the country. Regardless of semantics I have now spent many months in this most beguiling of countries without yet having had to stay in the infamous tourist ghetto of Pahar Ganj. On my travels in India I usually try and spend as little time as possible in her megacities visiti</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/blog-547064.html</link>
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                    <title>Tharu villages tiger hunting and an interesting border crossing</title>
                    <description>The village of Thakurdwara on the edge of Bardia National Park is not the Nepal of common imagination. The mountains that are so emblematic of Nepal can be seen looming vague and ephemeral in the hazy distance but here on the lower reaches of the Karnali river the land is flat sunbaked and lazy. This area in the west of Nepal south of the Himalaya and north of the border with India is known </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Karnali/blog-544386.html</link>
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                    <title>Pokhara and its environs</title>
                    <description>PokharaOf Nepal's two main tourist towns Pokhara is by far the more pleasant place to stay. Unlike Kathmandu it has no problems with noise overcrowding hassle or pollution but also unlike Kathmandu it lacks any significant history or at least significant historical sights. Whereas Kathmandu would be a far less attractive proposition without its Durbar Square or Boudnath Pokhara's appeal coul</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Pokhara/blog-543035.html</link>
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                    <title>Down the river with a paddle</title>
                    <description>From Chitwan we travelled back to Kathmandu to collect the rucksacks we had left there and to grab a decent nights sleep. The following day we caught the bus to Pokhara the next we were rafting. We had previously spent five days in Kathmandu after arriving in Nepal and before the trek to Chitwan and so didn't feel it was necessary to linger there. We enjoyed our time in Kathmandu but Anny and I</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Pokhara/blog-542151.html</link>
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                    <title>A walk in the park</title>
                    <description>Having successfully completed the trek to Chitwan National Park we decided we had better take a walk within it. In truth the park was always the objective and the trek just an interesting way of getting there. This is not to disparage the trek which turned out to be a most serendipitous little walk but more to highlight how much I've been looking forward to spending some time in one of Asia's </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Chitwan/blog-541506.html</link>
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