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                    <title>Blogging is bad for you...keep blogging</title>
                    <description>Sorry travelbloggers  i39ve been away for a while.I have realised I havn39t 39Dropped a Blog39 for some time.Not that any of you lot noticed of course.Good because that means you been out travelling and getting away from it all and not reading my rambling attempts to deconstruct my global ramblings.Just in case you were worried about where i had got to well...in the last year I ha</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/California/San-Francisco/Union-Square/blog-714713.html</link>
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                    <title>Nothing for tourists here....</title>
                    <description>So i'm sitting in between a local MP and a big time property developer drinking bad red wine that passes as OK port. Slimy chickens feet are served followed by clear gloopy sea cucumbers  a delicacy that proves people will think anything tastes good if they are left in the middle of nowhere for long enough. Sibu in Malaysian Sarawak is not in the middle of nowhere but its having a good go at it</description>
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                    <title>Markets of Madrid</title>
                    <description>Sunday morning. A Madrid hangover often involves a coffee in a bar while your fellow party animals carry on sinking cervezas. Not surprising as a working mans breakfast here often involves a beer or two. Madrid's markets are a Sunday ritual as much as Catholics have church and I have hangovers and Madrid comes out on the street to stroll see sell stuff and just generally be part of their city.T</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/District-of-Madrid/Madrid/blog-535408.html</link>
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                    <title>What am I doing here Drinking in Dubai</title>
                    <description>Dubai rises out of the desert all tallest newest richest biggest and most expensives.The worlds tallest building. The Most expensive hotel. The Newest city. The Largest shopping centre. So whatWho wants to discover that the worlds tallest building is really tallOr that you can shop in a place with lots of shopsOr spending lots of money on a 7star hotel provides amazing service Dubai excel</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/United-Arab-Emirates/Dubai/blog-491482.html</link>
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                    <title>So this is what its like to be Shipwrecked</title>
                    <description>In Thailand when the captain of a boat says the weather is too dangerous to carry on he starts laughing. Thats when I started worrying.Thailand's coast was far away behind us and the nearest real land was Burma to our Starboard  which is on the righthand side for you landlubbers. A looming grey cloud piled up over Burma and another storm was rolling in from the sea ahead which is the Fore. Or </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ko-Chang/blog-482367.html</link>
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                    <title>Penang  the Jewel of the Orient</title>
                    <description>The magnificent villas of the past are still standing sleeping and unbreathing. Dustily uncared for. These villas were the homes of traders who came here in the 1700's and 1800's and found their fortunes   Georgetown the capital of Penang has always been a masala of people and business  Indian traders Armenian Jews Sultans Portugese Dutch English. Raffles spent much of his time here whil</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Penang/George-Town/blog-462627.html</link>
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                    <title>Murder on the Phi Phi express</title>
                    <description>I didnt hear the gunshots. I was dancing chatting and drinking with an assortment of party people  and local folk wearing fluffy red and white santa hats.The music went dead. The crowds evaporated away. A light rain was falling as mist in the night. The party was over. Three young boys were shot on the beach on Phi Phi on Christmas day.The passengers on the wellworn route through the islands of </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ko-Phi-Phi-Don/blog-463028.html</link>
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                    <title>Where are all the French</title>
                    <description>''Maybe this basement was bricked up in the War'' I suggested.The backstage area of the Social Club in the Montmartre is a oddshaped angledwalled tiny basement that would have been a useless place to store anything. Upstairs the club was pounding its stylish house music and downstairs escaping with me was American Benjamin with his thick artstudent glasses and the two girls from East Berli</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Ile-de-France/Paris/blog-447059.html</link>
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                    <title>Indian summers in the UK</title>
                    <description>England is a strangely backward place where people say ''Nice Day'' even if it is raining.The English invented the rules for every major sport yet rarely win any international awards  football tennis even cricket.We despise foreign places even though we had an empire that circled the globe  today the most popular dish is an Indian invention of Chicken Tikka Masala. The English never say wha</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Herefordshire/Hereford/blog-445453.html</link>
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                    <title>A Wing and A Prayer</title>
                    <description>I don't have a crystal ball. But in ten years time I bet we won't be racing the world around on cheap flights.Lets all cross our fingers and hope that the price of oil goes back up and keeps going skyward.For the good of the world and our kids lets hope 'Budget Flights' are just a silly passing fad.'Pay peanuts and you'll get monkeys' is the old saying  I paid peanuts for my flight and monkeys</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Valencian-Community/Valencia/blog-425697.html</link>
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                    <title>Exit through gift shop...</title>
                    <description>Alcohol aids appreciation of art . We queued for 3 hours with a couple of cans of local cider  it seemed appropriate as Bristol is the home of scrumpy and Bristol is the home of everyones favourite street artist Banksy.In the queue his name was in the air like tropical mosquitos'Banksy...buzzbuzzbuzz... Banksy...buzzbuzz... Banksy' The waiting crowd  teenage students with backpacks little ki</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Bristol-County/Bristol/blog-425813.html</link>
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                    <title>Tonys Shoestrings</title>
                    <description>50 pence just bought me a copy of 'South East Asia on a Shoestring' by Tony Wheeler.Its not the original guide but a 1981 updateThe first thing that is striking is the limits of the book  we're not going to Cambodia Vietnam or Laos  these countries were all fighting at this time and were seriously offlimits. And Communist China No chanceIn Tony's words ''If you want to carry on towards Eu</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/Central-Thailand/Bangkok/blog-415796.html</link>
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                    <title>Zanzibar to Killi</title>
                    <description>No you're not on the passenger list. said the checkin guy stuck his bottom lip out and leaned back in his seat as if he was going back to sleep.Zanzibar airport desks are little more than corroding wooden desks set against the side of the road with scruffy faded signs advertising defunct plane companies and a chalk board to list the departures. The board had yesterdays date at the top. And </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Tanzania/North/Mount-Kilimanjaro/blog-401375.html</link>
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                    <title>Everyone loves DUMBO</title>
                    <description>NoHo SoHo Tribeca NoLita  New Yorkers love their geographical acronyms  NoHo  north of Houston SoHo  south of Houston Tribeca  the triangle below Canal Street  NoLita  north of Little Italy...Maybe it's because the rest of their city is boringly streetnamed we were staying on the corner of 1st Avenue and 1st Street... I mean come on Think of something more original So the little </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/New-York/New-York/blog-399366.html</link>
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                    <title>Just keep driving</title>
                    <description>I live in a country where if you drive in a straight line for 3 hours chances are you'll end up in the sea. England is a small island and we're not used long journeys in fact Brits are pretty suspicious of large distances  because we don't have any The looks on people faces when i told them we were going to the Alps on a coach veered from a stare that said 'That will hurt you absolute fools' </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Rhone-Alpes/Chamonix/blog-395264.html</link>
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                    <title>Theatre on the Frontline</title>
                    <description>Londons Burning Rioters close down the City Mob Smashes Bank  This i had to see so I strolled up to the front of a line of riot police and asked the copper how i could get the 149 bus to London Bridge. Breaking through the angry mob wasn't hard a straggling line of scruffy students trendy looking folk and the odd outoftown hippie with dirty dreads and dull combat trousers. All standing aro</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/London-City/blog-387016.html</link>
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                    <title>Seasonaires at Sixty miles an hour</title>
                    <description>Seasonaires are an odd bunch. Bright young things following their dreams to the mountians and spending six months of winter working in menial jobs so they can be there every day skiiing or snowboarding.How amazing it must be back home to announce to your friends and family 'I'm off to do a season eh' How great it looks to us as we arrive in our chalet and they tell us tales of 'last weeks </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Rhone-Alpes/Les-Arcs/blog-383899.html</link>
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                    <title>Dead Leg IV</title>
                    <description>Last run of the day fading light a quick joint and then drop into untouched snow between dark green trees. Powder fizzes as your board cuts over it and we were riding fast snaking tight blind corners through trees.Fizz Turn  Swoosh  Cut  my stomach was up in my throat gripped in concentration as me and Oli raced down the dense forest.Oli shot off to the left i took a right hand swerve a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Bulgaria/Plovdiv-Province/Plovdiv/blog-371464.html</link>
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                    <title>Head in the clouds up Kilimanjaro</title>
                    <description>Hitting the peak of Kilimanjaro is a shock a relief and an ecstatic rush all rolled into one.The orange horizon burned my eyes after hiking for 6 hours in the dark my fingers were frozen lips ripped apart from the wind and sand. My boots weighed ten times what they did when we set off 5 days before my head was throbbing from the thin air up here.But still it was amazing. Having trekked through</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Tanzania/North/Mount-Kilimanjaro/blog-364874.html</link>
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                    <title>Killi  in my sights But first New years eve.</title>
                    <description>There she is. Standing firm through the thin blanket of clouds over the African planes a great big square chunk of rock dumped in the middle of Africa. Kilimanjaro viewed from my airplane window looks amazing.The cloud line is barely halfway up the slopes and she looks a barren lunar wasteland above with hardly any snow covering or vegetation.I'm going to climb that ME Am i sureSurely there</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Tanzania/North/Mount-Kilimanjaro/blog-359589.html</link>
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