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    <title>Changsha, Changsha!</title>
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    <description>Errant Amnesiac</description>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 14:51:49 +0600</pubDate>
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      <title>In search of the Lover</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017731.shtml</link>
      <description>&quot;Perhaps the spirit of Huynh Thuy Le brought you to me,&quot; Mr. Sang laughed. The thought seemed ironic and perhaps a little eerie. My aunt slurped her soup loudly, prompting my french-speaking guide and I to return to our own...</description>
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      <title>Family</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017735.shtml</link>
      <description>&quot;So where&apos;s grandma?&quot; I tried to ask slowly but clearly. It had been years since I&apos;d sent my gran into periodic frights with my acrobatics by her side. Puzzled, my Aunt pointed to a shrine in the house where two...</description>
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      <title>Katrina...redux</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017717.shtml</link>
      <description>The Nigerians had a hard time at customs. This was one of many things I didn&apos;t tell the men before we entered the immigration section, though it is documented in my Let&apos;s Go Guide. People in Asia wish they could...</description>
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      <title>Phnom Penh</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017716.shtml</link>
      <description>I wanted to make my stay in PP focus on the Gecko project, but a week had moved on and I hadn&apos;t been able to locate it for some time. I probably spent more time just being a friendly face...</description>
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      <title>Snobbery and 7-UP</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017709.shtml</link>
      <description>The tall red-head who introduced herself to me as Marissa came across as a bit disingenuous. We stood in the Angkor Convenience Store talking for what seemed ages...or more accurately, I stood there listening to her talk for what seemed...</description>
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      <title>Volunteer!</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017704.shtml</link>
      <description>Sandwiched between the two Italians, the moped sped towards Poipet furiously, in our attempt to visit the Sangkheun Centre for Children. The only casualties on the ride there was my cap, and the pulling of my left butt cheek as...</description>
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      <title>Geckos, Children, Karen, and Rings</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017697.shtml</link>
      <description>I have managed to keep my average costs to $30USD per day so far, and it isn&apos;t hard if you try to live like the locals. I got up today and avoided the foreigner circuit, to eat at the local...</description>
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      <title>Angkor</title>
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      <description>&quot;We may never, never meet again On on the bumpy road to love. Still I&apos;ll always, always keep the memory of...&quot; I sang this as the tuk-tuk took me up to Banteay Srei and the place of a thousand lingas....</description>
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      <title>Border Towns</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017675.shtml</link>
      <description>It was a hot walk from the bus terminal. Nairi and Drew, kiwis I&apos;d met on the bus, followed me as I took the lead through the hot streets of Aranyaprathet, the last small town before heading into Cambodia. As...</description>
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      <title>Exit Marlene, Enter Marion</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017676.shtml</link>
      <description>Marlene stooped over when she saw I was awake. With backpack on her back, she looked awkward, staring at me for the uncomfortable minute as I&apos;d wished her a good journey. Not knowing whether I was supposed to give the...</description>
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      <title>Thailand, the Sequel</title>
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      <description>I&apos;m back. Having been a bit tired and worn out after traveling, and having had to recover from the events on the farm, I chose to stay in Melbourne, forsaking exploration of the rest of the country. Now I&apos;m back...</description>
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      <title>When to let go</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017627.shtml</link>
      <description>Danielle punched me in the abdomen. It didn&apos;t hurt, but I grimaced to make it look like it did. &quot;I deserve that, I suppose,&quot; I squinted at her. &quot;Do you feel better?&quot; She retreated to the doorway and watched me...</description>
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      <title>Catching up with Alice</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017623.shtml</link>
      <description>After work today, I went to pick up my passport. &quot;There was a problem with getting your Visa to China,&quot; Robin told me. &quot;Here&apos;s the money back for the China Visa, so we must adjust your itinerary to keep you...</description>
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      <title>Psychosis &amp; Heroin</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017606.shtml</link>
      <description>I stared down Danielle. &quot;Why don&apos;t you turn on the TV?&quot; The broken woman in the body of a little girl, made a poor show but a valiant effort of trying to distract me from what I was going to...</description>
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      <title>A tame last night | gNookie</title>
      <link>http://blogs.BootsnAll.com/robert/archives/017609.shtml</link>
      <description>Amar and I have been so tied up lately that we haven&apos;t been able to meet up and go on his chick run. Tonight, I went for a walk after work and tried to get some fresh air. Amar exasperated...</description>
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