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<title>Top Five Dubai</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>A short list of Dubai offerings: </p>]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 17 May 2006 10:57:25 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Taxicab Confessions</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p><b>Cabbie:</b> Where are you from?<br />
<b>Us:</b> Washington, D.C. in the United States.<br />
<b>C:</b> You know George Bush?<br />
<b>U:</b> (polite laughter) No, we've never met him.<br />
<b>C:</b> You know Osama Bin Laden?<br />
<b>U:</b> (slight discomfort) No.... We've never met him either.<br />
<b>C:</b> Do you want to meet him?<br />
<b>U:</b> (wondering where he's going with this) Um... no. (sincerely hoping that we're not on our way to see him right now)<br />
<b>C:</b> I want to meet him very much.<br />
<b>U:</b> Uhhh...  Really?  Why?<br />
<b>C:</b> So that I could turn him in to the United States and gets lots and lots of American dollars. (hysterical guffaws)<br />
<b>U:</b> (relieved smiles) Oh, okay.<br />
<b>C:</b> No, I couldn't do that. They would kill all my family. (another explosion of hilarity)<br />
<b>U:</b> (polite but uncomfortable laughter)<br />
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<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/05/taxi_cab_confessions.html</link>
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<category>Dubai</category>
<pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2006 19:43:27 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Top 10 Things We Forgot to Mention About New Zealand:</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>Before we leave <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aotearoa" target="new">Aotearoa</a>, there are a few things we feel we should discuss.</p>]]></description>
<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/05/top_10_things_we_forgot_to_men.html</link>
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<category>New Zealand</category>
<pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 07:05:53 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Three Dozen Tours To Lure Them All</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>Even with the elvish ears on and the bow in my hand I wasn't feeling it. </p>

<p>New Zealand is a beautiful country, but it isn't <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle-earth" target="new">Middle-earth</a>, despite the assertion of signs at Wellington airport welcoming travelers. (<a href="http://www.tobias-thierer.de/albums/nz_wellington/page_welly_02.html" target="new">This</a> fantastically ginormous one was sadly taken down before our arrival.) I was the only person on the <a href="http://www.wellingtonrover.co.nz/rover_rings_tour.htm" target="new">tour</a> that day brave -- or shameless -- enough to take the guide up on his dare to pose like <a href="http://www.theorlandobloomfiles.com/pictures/lotr/legolas010612b.jpg" target="new">Orlando Bloom</a> had done for publicity photos. I stood obediently in front of the trees of Rivendell and took direction on how to angle myself to look most like an elf. I tried to smile cheerfully for the camera while enduring Meredith's giggling derision -- all in the name of the ultimate in nerdy souvenirs.</p>

<p><a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN2221.html" onclick="window.open('http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN2221.html','popup','width=600,height=800,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"><img src="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN2221-thumb.jpg" width="75" height="100" alt="" /></a><br />
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<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/04/three_dozen_tours.html</link>
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<category>New Zealand</category>
<pubDate>Thu, 20 Apr 2006 13:29:06 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Oamaru Outing</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.artdeconapier.com/" target="new">Napier</a>, a city situated close to the wine-making region of <a href="http://www.hawkesbaynz.com/" target="new">Hawkes Bay</a> on New Zealand's North Island, is well known as the "Art Deco City." Due to a devastating earthquake in 1931, a good portion of the downtown area was rebuilt in the fashion of the day, giving the city an architecturally harmonious look. Refurbished buildings, Art Deco walks and even citywide celebrations that fill the streets (and hotel rooms) with flappers and classic cars have become a hallmark. Not surprisingly, the Art Deco theme has made Napier a favorite stop for tourists, but we believe we have found a lesser-known and quirkier New Zealand city for vintage style. </p>]]></description>
<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/04/oamaru_outing.html</link>
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<category>New Zealand</category>
<pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2006 11:59:44 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Camper Van Life</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>Campervans appear to be the preferred method of tourist travel in New Zealand. Sometimes it seems like there are more RVs on the road than regular cars. </p>

<p><a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN1819.html" onclick="window.open('http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN1819.html','popup','width=600,height=800,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"><img src="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN1819-thumb.jpg" width="75" height="100" alt="" /></a></p>

<p>As a backpacker, I find them completely irresistible. The prospect of removing that heavy load from my weary shoulders and throwing all our accumulated mementos and dirty laundry in a heap at the back of a van, without the need to repack for three weeks, sounded heavenly and I was not disappointed.<br />
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<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/04/camper_van_life.html</link>
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<category>New Zealand</category>
<pubDate>Mon, 10 Apr 2006 09:31:19 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Ice Bound</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>In downtown Christchurch stands a striking statue of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Falcon_Scott" target="new">Robert Falcon Scott</a>, the famed British explorer who died returning from the South Pole in 1912.</p>

<p><a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN19111.html" onclick="window.open('http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN19111.html','popup','width=600,height=800,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"><img src="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN1911-thumb.jpg" width="75" height="100" alt="" /></a></p>

<p>While the site of the towering figure seemed somewhat out of place next too the lush manicured riverbank, one trip to the town's highly recommended <a href="http://www.iceberg.co.nz/" target="new">International Antarctic Centre</a> explained the importance of the southernmost continent to New Zealand's history.<br />
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<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/04/ice_bound_1.html</link>
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<category>New Zealand</category>
<pubDate>Wed, 05 Apr 2006 09:52:20 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Welcome To New Zealand</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>From the time we landed in Auckland, we were told to hurry up and leave the North Island. The guy at passport control -- a proud Aucklander -- started the trend. Though he clearly loved New Zealand's most populated city and seemed to delight in the disdain that the rest of the country has for his home town. (Giggling, he shared with us some of the less flattering names created to describe Auckland residents.) Even he "reckoned" we should head straight to the South Island, which is widely considered to contain most of New Zealand's highlights, but a small fraction of its population. He asked how much research we had done on N.Z. (pronounced "en zed"). We quickly responded that we had watched the entire "Lord of the Rings" trilogy twice. His smiling response was, "Fair enough." </p>]]></description>
<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/04/welcome_to_new_zealand.html</link>
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<category>New Zealand</category>
<pubDate>Sat, 01 Apr 2006 11:47:22 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>What Would Steve Irwin Do?</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>In Melbourne we were told that kangaroos are the deer of Australia: drive a bit at dusk or dawn and you are bound to run into some. I mean <i>see</i> them, of course, but a collision is probably equally likely. There are yellow "caution kangaroo crossing" sings dotting the coastal road and still we heard countless stories of people wrecking perfectly good <a href="http://www.holden.com.au/www-holden/" target="new">Holdens</a> on the wildlife. </p>]]></description>
<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/03/what_would_steve_irwin_do_1.html</link>
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<category>Australia</category>
<pubDate>Sat, 25 Mar 2006 04:45:26 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Fraser Island</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>One day is not long enough in <a href="http://www.fraserisland.net/" target="new">Fraser Island</a>. We knew this before we departed on on our pricey <a href="http://www.fraserislandco.com.au/tours/1day/exclusive.html" target="new">"exclusive" tour</a> with the Fraser Island Company, but it couldn't be helped. We had whiled away a good chunk of our time in the "liveable city" of Melbourne -- in fact, we agreed so much with the epithet that we moved in, spending over a week there (of our paltry three total in Australia). With a country so vast and with such daunting distances between sites, you need to prioritize quickly, especially with limited time. Our plan was to try to see some highlights of the east coast, flying into Melbourne and out of Brisbane with our thick packet of <a href="http://www.emirates.com/" target="new">Emirates</a> tickets that cover all our international travel for our entire three-month, four-country jaunt. Just as <a href="https://www.kulula.com/(S(sy4qmb45mtojty55lfiolozq))/default.aspx" target="new">Kalula</a> and <a href="https://www.1time.aero/aqueduct/1time/Booking" target="new">1time</a> had done for us in South Africa, <a href="http://www.virginblue.com.au/" target="new">Virgin Blue</a> helped us get around within Australia quickly and as economically as can be expected when jet fuel is involved.<br />
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<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/03/frasier_island.html</link>
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<category>Australia</category>
<pubDate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 00:21:29 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Whitsunday Reading</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>As we've hopped from place to place over the past few months we've made a point to choose appropriate reading material for our surroundings. In South Africa we picked up a history of the Zulu War and a blushingly funny book on boarding school life called "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spud_%28book%29" target="new">Spud</a>," which we can happily recommend. As soon as we landed Australia we picked up a few books, but I had finished two and given up on one by the time we reached <a href="http://www.airliebeach.com/" target="new">Airlie Beach</a>. We were set to depart the next morning on a three-day, two-night sailing trip around the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whitsunday_Islands" target="new">Whitsunday Islands</a> and I supposed that something to read would be as essential as Dramamine. There are seemingly trillions of boating excursions to choose from, but we had decided on the swashbuckling romance of a Tall Ship. </p>

<p><a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN1362.html" onclick="window.open('http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN1362.html','popup','width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"><img src="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN1362-thumb.jpg" width="100" height="75" alt="" /></a></p>

<p>She was called the <a href="http://www.ozhorizons.com.au/qld/whit/alexstew/as.htm" target="new"><em>Alexander Stewart</em></a> (aren't boats always female regardless of their name?) and unlike her newer and flashier harbor neighbors, she didn't come equipped with high-tech sound systems, DVD players and 16-inch flat screen monitors. So we anticipated that she'd offer lots in the way of hand-hewn character and plenty of quiet time suitable for reading.</p>

<p><a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN1345.html" onclick="window.open('http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN1345.html','popup','width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"><img src="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/DSCN1345-thumb.jpg" width="100" height="75" alt="" /></a><br />
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<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/03/whitsunday_reading.html</link>
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<category>Australia</category>
<pubDate>Thu, 16 Mar 2006 05:30:04 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Underwater Sounds</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>Because we're not certified divers, we didn't get to go on a night dive and that is our only regret. We didn't mind the looks of pity that unknowingly materialized on the faces of our fellow passengers as soon as we explained that we had joined the tour as snorkelers. Nor the hasty attempts to make us feel better about our sorry lot: "Oh, that's okay. You probably see a lot up there. Most of the fish are at the top . . . I guess [shrug]." We certainly didn't mind all of the fantastic snorkeling when we weren't diving. And dive we did, four fabulous times, all of them over too quickly.<br />
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<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/03/underwater_sounds.html</link>
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<category>Australia</category>
<pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 01:05:16 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Sydney Savers</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>If you know Lonely Planet guidebooks, you're probably familiar with the "Splurge!" asides that tempt the reader to embark upon temporary detours from her miserly daily allowance. These recommend food and accommodation of a caliber normally beyond the average backpacker's reach. After all, the pain of parting with very large sums from your very small bank account is occasionally justified if the purchased experience is awesome enough. The key is to select your indulgences wisely and infrequently.</p>]]></description>
<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/03/sydney_savers.html</link>
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<category>Australia</category>
<pubDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2006 17:24:34 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Trains, Shrines and Wineries</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>We've already mentioned Melbourne's fantastic parks. Unless we were late or it was raining (in which case we hopped on one of the city's convenient and often quaint trams), we would walk through the Royal Botanical Gardens, the Fitzroy Gardens or the Queen Victoria Gardens on our way to and from the Central Business District and our accommodations in a converted Richmond warehouse. During one of these meandering trips through the greener parts of Melbourne, we stumbled across <a href="http://www.shrine.org.au/content.asp?Document_ID=1">The Shrine of Remembrance</a>. <br />
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<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/03/trains_shrines_and_wineries.html</link>
<guid>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/03/trains_shrines_and_wineries.html</guid>
<category>Australia</category>
<pubDate>Fri, 03 Mar 2006 17:16:35 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Blending in in Melbourne</title>
<description><![CDATA[<p>We arrived in <a href="http://www1.visitvictoria.com/displayobject.cfm/objectid.0001D480-B585-1F03-94F080C476A903B7/lk.Menu2_0/vvt.vhtml" target="new">Melbourne</a> around 3 a.m., so it wasn't until the next morning that we had a chance to see the city. Walking from Richmond to the heart of the Central Business District, we felt immensely relaxed and not just because our trajectory took us through several of the many <a href="http://www1.visitvictoria.com/displayObject.cfm/ObjectID.B0141C73-9ADB-4579-978DD2D5C047664E/vvt.vhtml" target="new">lush gardens</a> sprinkled liberally throughout the city. Coming from South Africa, where razor wire, 10-foot high walls and Uzi-wielding bank guards are regrettably commonplace, we were relieved by the absence of all of the above in the eminently liveable Melbourne.<br />
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<link>http://blog.washingtonpost.com/vagablog/2006/02/post.html</link>
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<category>Australia</category>
<pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2006 07:12:30 -0500</pubDate>
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