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		<title>Yeah, I went to Oxford</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Oxford University is one of the most prestigious universities in the world and the list of people who went to Oxford reads like a whose who of important historical  people. They came from every possible disciplines such as politics (Indira Ghandi, Bill Clinton, Margaret Thatcher, William Gladstone), economics (John Locke, Thomas Hobbes) and literature (JRR [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://travelswithme.com/2011/06/16/yeah-i-went-to-oxford/</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;ll take a punt on punting</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I love Venice, Italy, with the uniqueness of its watery corridors lined with incredible architecture steeped with history. Who can resist the opportunity of romantically drifting by the Piazza San Marco in a gondola with a loved one, while the striped-shirted piloto regales you with an original version of the Neapolitan classic, O sole mia. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://travelswithme.com/2011/06/08/ill-take-a-punt-on-punting/</link>
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		<title>Jerusalem: The (un)Holy City</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There is something ironic about Old City Jerusalem being called, “The Holy City.” It isn’t. Jerusalem is a city where stress runs high and the strain of so many people practicing so many religions in such a small area makes the tension palatable. Young Muslim men spitefully mock an elderly Jewish man as he winds [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://travelswithme.com/2010/10/20/jerusalem-the-unholy-city/</link>
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		<title>My Holocaust awakening</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I stood in silence screaming at the image facing me. Disgust pushed me to leave. Anger anchored me to stay. I forced myself to stand there and deal with every emotion that crashed against my soul. I fixated on the soldier with gun trained feet from the head of a defenseless mother desperately shielding her [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://travelswithme.com/2010/10/17/my-holocaust-awakening/</link>
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		<title>Gone (virtual) Fishin&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I bounced my purple plastic worm through the green-tinted water anticipating the possibility that at any second the fishing pole might be ripped from my hands. My palms were sweaty, and I fought the urge to strangle the foam handle. I knew I needed to relax. The tension I felt could cost me The Big [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://travelswithme.com/2010/09/28/gone-virtual-fishin/</link>
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		<title>UK Culture Clashes (not what you might think)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I sat on a wooden railing smacking at a ham sandwich, my mountain bike leaning against the other side. A friend of mine and I had just finished an arduous climb up the steep side of Leith Hill and were enjoying the view across the South Downs with about a dozen other mountain bikers. And [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://travelswithme.com/2010/09/16/uk-culture-clashes-not-what-you-might-think/</link>
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		<title>UK Mole Wars</title>
		<description><![CDATA[They drew first blood, not me. If it is a war they want they&#8217;ve come to the right place. Those immortal words of Johnny Rambo reveal my current state of mind. One look at my yard and you&#8217;d understand why I&#8217;ve decided to seek a more terminal solution to eradicating the moles that have decided [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://travelswithme.com/2010/08/21/uk-mole-wars/</link>
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		<title>Caddy comments no golfer wants to hear.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Golf can be a frustrating game&#8230;..but it can also be a game of amazing satisfaction. The pendulum swings between frustration and satisfaction from shot to shot for some of us. But when you catch that one shot just perfect, when the ball clicks off the club face and explodes through the air, reaches its apex [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://travelswithme.com/2010/08/02/caddy-comments-no-golfer-wants-to-hear/</link>
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		<title>Is Sports Day in the UK supposed to be&#8230;fun?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She was so close yet seemed to care so little. My daughter was one beanbag away from landing all three bags in hoops placed at various distances but the last toss skipped through the ring and without a care in the world she meandered to the back of the line. Not a, &#8220;RATS!&#8221; or a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://travelswithme.com/2010/07/08/is-sports-day-in-the-uk-supposed-to-be-fun/</link>
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		<title>My anti-tribute to soccer (or the &#8220;Why I hate soccer&#8221; post)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I hate soccer. There, I said it. No remorse. No shame, and actually it feels quite liberating. Saying you hate soccer is almost as politically incorrect these days as saying you think people migrating to America ought to enter the country legally; or that one of the most noble purposes bovines serve is being slow [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://travelswithme.com/2010/07/04/my-anti-tribute-to-soccer-or-the-why-i-hate-soccer-post/</link>
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