<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:23:41.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Names: Indonesia</title><subtitle type='html'>Currently in: Bali</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-3557703561064227</id><published>2009-06-14T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:48:27.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>We left Bali with Lilly for a stop in singapore before she headed home to NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks here to Nimesh, Asha, and Amol. Also thanks to Yash, Mamata, and Parag kaka. These guys put us up and took care of us while in Singapore. We couldnt have had a niceer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is fascinating. A Big Brother city with amazing, amazing food and food markets. Hawker stalls abound and singapores reputation as having the best street food in the world is well deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is very very safe. There are cameras everywhere and people obey the rules. But let me share something that totally weirded me out. We are standing at  4 way intersection. There are a couple cars waiting but no cars going through the green light. Traffic is light where we were but there are some other pedestrians waiting to go. The lights change, but they have a noticeable delay. No one moves. Not one person or car. No one even eases off the break, the motorcycle waiting to turn doesnt even shift into first gear. Ever one is stopped and the sun is ounding down in the 97 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the walk sign flicks on and we go across the street. That was the most polite and ordered intersection ive ever been in. Ever. It was weird. Really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually discovered that people do occasionally jaywalk. But I rarely saw people walk when the sign said not to, even with no cars. And I never saw a car bend the traffic laws. Not even a cab. Not even once. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-3557703561064227?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3557703561064227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=3557703561064227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3557703561064227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3557703561064227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/06/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-2060003076998655597</id><published>2009-06-14T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:28:47.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali</title><content type='html'>So we've been here for a while. And it is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place deserves a number of posts, and I will write at least two. But let me say that it is awesome. It is everything people say, both good and bad. It really is super touristy, and filled with aussies. It really is shockingly beautiful, and amazingly cheap. The ocean is warm, the beaches are pretty, except when they are dirty. Some beaches are incredibly secluded and completely empty, some are packed with people. Some have huge waves and some are completely flat, with the smallest ripple to indicate that the tide is going in or out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inland is also amazing. Ubud is fantastic and I am looking forward to going to the volcano and looking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note here: thank you to Lilly lavner for coming to visit. We had an excellent time when she was here. Her fantastic camera was great to play with, even if she did have an australian dude come up to her and say "picture picture" over and over again like she didnt speak english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-2060003076998655597?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2060003076998655597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=2060003076998655597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2060003076998655597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2060003076998655597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/06/bali.html' title='Bali'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-1519921978956109048</id><published>2009-06-08T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:20:50.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>So it has been a very long time since I have posted. And I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days I will begin to post more regularly just to catch people up with what has been going on and t share a couple of anecdotes about Bali and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I have to go catch some waves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-1519921978956109048?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1519921978956109048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=1519921978956109048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/1519921978956109048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/1519921978956109048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-5160490626683947517</id><published>2009-05-19T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:53:57.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about to leave</title><content type='html'>we are about to leave for Bali and I found myself with some extra time. so here is a short post before we go to meet my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lilly&lt;/span&gt; on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Indonesia, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; Mini, is a huge park. It cost 250 Million &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;USD&lt;/span&gt; to build and has houses built in the traditional style of ever Indonesia island. These are remarkably different. It also has a small water park, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; stages, a fair ground, and a man made lake that contains small fake islands in the shape of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;indonesia&lt;/span&gt;.  Crazy. Not so many western tourists there, but a lot of Indonesian people chilling and having picnics. Good people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt; and Dubai worthy malls here. But the thing I want to note is that the Food Section in the Gran Indonesia Mall has a New York City theme. A famous diner is copied and pasted there and a false &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rockefeller&lt;/span&gt; center. Bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Arjun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-5160490626683947517?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5160490626683947517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=5160490626683947517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5160490626683947517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5160490626683947517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-to-leave.html' title='about to leave'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-5461100328146364275</id><published>2009-05-16T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:20:59.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakarta</title><content type='html'>Well  I have to thank my uncle Satish and his friend binay for hooking us up with a sweet loft in Jakarta. Its large and wonderful and I had almost forgotten how much I enjoyed having my own space. Its pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta, an enormous city, is pretty sweet as well. There are a surprsing number of things to do here, and I will share with you our trip to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes we went to the zoo. it cost 4000 Rp to go. that is .40$  It is enormous. The zoo was fascinating and I took some pictures of pythos for my friend Pete, they had some realy big ones. But of course the primate habitat was depressing. In the states there would be daily protests over the treatment of those animals, although some of the sumatran oraguatangs had impressive spaces, as did the komodo dragons. but as we wondered through this enormous place we found ourselves in front of another strange building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a dollar we could enter the new gorilla habitat. It is enormous, beautiful, green and filled with open spaces. It contains many other primates all in equal luxury. I dont know why the sad spaces in the older part of the zoo remain, but I hoping they will be moved. The new space, was awesome, with tunnels through some of the habitats where you could see but not be seen, and canopy walks for humans as well as mokeys. very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing to mention... its really hot, so if youre coming to visit be ready for humidity and heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post from Bali/Lombok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-5461100328146364275?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5461100328146364275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=5461100328146364275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5461100328146364275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5461100328146364275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/05/jakarta.html' title='Jakarta'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-3860339208010326829</id><published>2009-05-07T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T04:13:03.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last piece of Turkey</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while since ive posted anything, long enough that Ive actually gotten complaints so let me tell you my excuse. My parents were here... and they move fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They move a lot faster than me anyway, when they got here we went to greece, we came back and rented a car and the drove around north turkey, and it was awesome, but really tiring. Mixed into this was shopping with my sister, ferry rides, and eating really late at night. This didnt leave much room for blogging. plus im not that committed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that our friend Amy came to visit, and that was also excellent. But im still recovering and think my next post will be from indonesia. We leave tomorrow, so you'll hear from me soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-3860339208010326829?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3860339208010326829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=3860339208010326829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3860339208010326829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3860339208010326829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-piece-of-turkey.html' title='Last piece of Turkey'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-2365873769099308273</id><published>2009-04-11T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:21:09.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weve been here for a few days, longer tahn ıntended, and tomorrow we wıll overnıght bus to ıstanbul. Its been nıce beıng here and ıve caght up no a bunch of emaıls, maınly because the rooftop terrace has a computer. I can look out over the med, the sea ıs almost always flat and calm. In the mornıng ıt ıs turquoıse, and as the lıght fades ın the evenıng ıt becomes a deep dark blue. The sun lıghts the ısland ın front of me, and at twılıght the few clouds ın the sky shıne, backlıt, agaınst the pale sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thats about as descrıptıve as I can get... but there ıs no hyperbole there. The place ıs almost scarıly pretty. Of course ıt helps that the other tourısts arent here yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-2365873769099308273?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2365873769099308273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=2365873769099308273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2365873769099308273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2365873769099308273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/kas.html' title='Kas'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-3654731300480671024</id><published>2009-04-11T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:06:39.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antalya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Antalya was really nıce. a fascınatıng change of pace after beıng ın the countrysıde ın Anamur and the comforts of cıtıes were very welcome. The cıty ıs beautıful ıf defınetley prettıed up for the tourısts. We walked a lot and looked at the ocean and had one fabulous and unexpected meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the bookstore. Now, I love bookstores, adn thıs one was exceptıonally good as bookstores ın foeıgn countrıes go, chock full of excellent paperback. But what made ıt awesome was the wonderful man who owned the palce. He was the best read man I have ever met. Bar none.&lt;br /&gt;And he ınvıted us to dınner.&lt;br /&gt;Ingrıd talked to hım about books, and I droppe the occasıonal tıtle and suddenly we were back ın the bookstore the next day choppıng fresh from the ground garlıc and lıstenıng to jazz on the radıo whıle sıppıng lebanese wıne.&lt;br /&gt;Dınner was exceptıonal. Chıncken ın saffron rıce and a fısh stew thıng that had lobster and clams and calamarı and somethıng else ı couldnt ıdentıfy but was awesome. And a salad topped wıth oıl and blackberry sauce. Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-3654731300480671024?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3654731300480671024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=3654731300480671024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3654731300480671024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3654731300480671024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/antalya.html' title='Antalya'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-7679226948531344711</id><published>2009-03-31T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T03:13:23.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter Turkey</title><content type='html'>Turkey ıs gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun ıs shınıng, the sky ıs blue, the ocean ıs turquoıse, and the towns super clean and kıd frıendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kıd frıendly leads me to my anecdote for turkey. We have been here two days and we have gone to two parks. The mıddle east does parks really well, but the ones here ın turkey are superıor. Green and clean and fılled wıth playgrounds. If you havent been down a really good slıde ın an whıle ı recommend that you do so ımmedıately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both parks, however, we came across an ıngenıous type of playground. the tradıtıonal swıngs and slıde and jungle gym combo exısts of course. But so does the exercıse machıne playground. Thıs sectıon, used by adults and chıldren alıke, was fılled wıth brıghtly colored exercıse machınes. Tey dıdnt have weıghts or anythıng, but there were standıng bıkes and dıfferent machınes that used your body weıght to work oour abs and legs and etc., and they had several sıtuated next to eachother or connected ın such a way that chıldren could race or play together whıle basıcally... excersısıng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More fun was the smurf vıllage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-7679226948531344711?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7679226948531344711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=7679226948531344711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7679226948531344711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7679226948531344711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/enter-turkey.html' title='Enter Turkey'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-2479512366931979788</id><published>2009-03-31T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:56:07.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pıano Bar</title><content type='html'>We dont often have the opportunıty to go to bars, so I wıll mentıon one that we went to ın Damascus before I wrıte a post on Turkey, where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buıldıngs ın Syrıa were beautıful, bıg open coartyards, amazıng wood carvıngs ın the doorways and wındows and... well the whole they were all just startılıngly bıg and beautıful. Pıano bar was not lıke that. It was more lıke someones lıvıngroom, but wıth te lıghts turned way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part, accordıng to ıngrıd, NO sıngle men allowed. thıs could be bad ın some sıtuatıons, but here, a group of guys and gırls, couples, or a group of just gırls... leads to no sketchy men sıttıng around gettıng trashed an obnoxıous. Although ıf youre male and ınto drınkıng by yourself I suppose you are outta luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-2479512366931979788?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2479512366931979788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=2479512366931979788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2479512366931979788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2479512366931979788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/pano-bar.html' title='Pıano Bar'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-5888520978922318445</id><published>2009-03-19T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:56:59.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Border Crossing</title><content type='html'>So we are in Syria now. A word on crossing the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clearly possible to cross without a visa. But to do this you have to wait a very long time. If there is more than one of you the time expends on. We arrived at the border at 10:25 Am. We left at 10:30 PM. That was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they fax a copy of a form and our passports over to damascus where they then make sure you dont work for the US government. The very kind guards at the border, who fed us and got us a space heater, initially said it would take 3 or 4 hours. But then informed us that it really just takes as long as the guy at the other side feels like, because he doesnt really want to do this for us, and so we just had to wait it out. In retrospect it wasnt so bad... and thus far Damascus is really awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-5888520978922318445?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5888520978922318445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=5888520978922318445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5888520978922318445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5888520978922318445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/border-crossing.html' title='Border Crossing'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-1085538764578845056</id><published>2009-03-19T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:53:34.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party all night Long</title><content type='html'>Interestingly our hostel in beirut had moved to a new building recently. IT was still underconstruction, but our floor was pretty clean and therewas hot water... so nocomplaints. BUt then around 2:00 AM we heard this awesome thumping noise. I quickly realized it was the bass from a set of very loud speakers and went back to sleep. When I woke up at 7:00 in themorning the sound was still going. That was on a friday inght. We discovered that on friday and saturday a club operated out of the basement beneath the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This club opened at 2 and closed when the last patrons left. On Friday that was about 8 AM. On Saturday morning that was about 10:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were allowed free entry and free drinks. Unfortunately we could not take advantage of this generosity.. unlike other people staying in the hotel, sleeping until 6 PM was just not an option. Although according to our host if youre lebanese you just dont need sleep at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-1085538764578845056?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1085538764578845056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=1085538764578845056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/1085538764578845056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/1085538764578845056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-all-night-long.html' title='Party all night Long'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-8376561886523248826</id><published>2009-03-19T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:44:58.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Band in Beirut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grabbed&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chef&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cafe&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;diner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hotel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;waiter&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;owner&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;served&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;wander&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;room&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;periodically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;shouting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;WELCOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;window&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;passed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;meandered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;bar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;later label&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;parisian&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;painted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;mustard yellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;lights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;dimmed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Jhonny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Cash&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Dylan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Band&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;succesion&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;drinks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;cheap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;bar&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-8376561886523248826?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/8376561886523248826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=8376561886523248826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/8376561886523248826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/8376561886523248826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/band-in-beirut.html' title='The Band in Beirut'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-5003347743660068855</id><published>2009-03-19T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:36:49.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately once we got to Jordan, the opportunities for us to hit the intent cafes dropped. Mainly because we are lazy and suddenly we had to pay for the internet again, and... meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will write a few posts right now and hopefully catch up on some emails that Ive been putting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First a word on Jordan. Although it was surprisingly expensive I really enjoyed it. getting there was a trip, we took a ferry across the red sea, and although it was the 2 o'clock boat, it left at 6:30 and since customs was on the boat the non-tourists were still in line when we reached Aqaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petra was seriously unbelievable. Honestly amazing. We stayed at the cleopetra hotel, and they were exceptionally nice... but I will point out thato our host, Mosef,m was so hyper he put me, at my most caffeine high, to shame. I seriously thought he might be on speed, he was just so crazy. But very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-5003347743660068855?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5003347743660068855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=5003347743660068855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5003347743660068855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5003347743660068855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-7886923012589807151</id><published>2009-02-27T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:00:09.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Ahhh freee internet, how i adore thee. well, your'e convenient anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wanted to mention the awesome if slightly ghetto childrens playground we say in oth cairo and alexandria. They werent the same but contained the same toys. They were simple mechanical rides, made of tin, for small children. But the colors were awesome. You forget how important color can be, and for me the most interesting and awesome part of those rides were how colorful they were. Cairo is... not so colorful. For ingrid the cool part was the fact that they were all man-powered, none of them used electricity. Which means they were cheap and all the poor children who lived near there were scrambling around on these bright but dirty play structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we are at the colin sullivan recommended Dahab Dorms. I have to say he was ight about how awesome staying here would be. But i will aslo say that my expectations of dahab and the sinai coast were very different than the reality. Id go on, but really thats long enough for one of my blog posts. later,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-7886923012589807151?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7886923012589807151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=7886923012589807151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7886923012589807151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7886923012589807151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-782126386856105826</id><published>2009-02-25T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:38:37.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasselin'</title><content type='html'>So we are spending our last night in luxor. then we will go to the sinai coast to be on the beach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxor, famous for the Valley of the Kings and the Karnak Temple and of course a lot of people trying to sell you things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone we spoke to before coming to Luxor warned us about how we would be hassled and that there would be non-stop irritation. Honestly... it wasnt that bad. Or i didnt think so until I spoke to a man we met in Aswan and ran into in Luxor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he had been hassled a lot. I say this because when he was provoked by a guy on the ferry in luxor he totally flipped his shit. It was amazing. He kept calling for the police, he threw stuff; he was so enraged that he fell and badly injured himself. To be fair he really was provoked. To be honest, there wasnt anything he had experienced prior to that one incident that was that bad. Anyone who had traveled in India, Ghana, South Africa, parts of South America, China... would find Luxor pretty tame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasnt what startled me. What bothered me was that people got so upset about being hassled without noticing that all the tourist money was clearly being sucked into some void and that the people around us are really truly dirt poor. They are persistent perhaps, but rarely rude, and really really need the cash.  i imagined that the government would provide more infrastructure for the tourist towns or that some how there would  be more of a trickle out effect.  instead the tourist disembark froim the cruise ships, enter the tombs, leave, and the people of luxor still live hard poor lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-782126386856105826?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/782126386856105826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=782126386856105826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/782126386856105826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/782126386856105826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/hasselin.html' title='Hasselin&apos;'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-3220179229054337617</id><published>2009-02-24T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:45:22.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypt!</title><content type='html'>Hello hello. First hing I have to do is thank Liz Huntely for being icredibly kind and including us in her travels with her friend Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to say that Cairo is big, Alexandria was cold, Aswan is  beautiful, and the US really really needs more sleeper cars on trains. I mean, why take amtrak from Philly to Vermont and lose a day, when you could spend just a little more and sleep pretty well, and not really have to deal with the 10 hour train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bomb did go off in cairo, but we werent there, and there hasnt been much on the news about it. Ok, we are off to Luxor to see the valley of the kings and queens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-3220179229054337617?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3220179229054337617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=3220179229054337617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3220179229054337617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3220179229054337617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/egypt.html' title='Egypt!'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-8846025456395249524</id><published>2009-02-19T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:57:12.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>For my final Dubai post I have to take a moment to thank Raj and Dolly kriplani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They very kindly hosted us for 12 days in Dubai. They were wonderful; feeding us, taking care of us, and just being extraordinarily generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-8846025456395249524?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/8846025456395249524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=8846025456395249524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/8846025456395249524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/8846025456395249524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-3503031785821987051</id><published>2009-02-19T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:55:24.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Village</title><content type='html'>My second to last post about Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the global village was fascinating and filled with buildings in which the goods of a specific country were purportedly sold. This is not intersting. What was interesting was the show we saw on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paused to get some food. We heard some music. It seemed soooo familiar, i couldnt quite put my finger on it... and then, up on the stage, introduced by an incredibley distorted, indian accented, enthusiastic DJ, came four dancers. Two men and two women. they proceeded to perform a very professionally well done version of the final dance from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-3503031785821987051?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3503031785821987051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=3503031785821987051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3503031785821987051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3503031785821987051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/global-village.html' title='Global Village'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-6938441843121637978</id><published>2009-02-16T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:51:06.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malls</title><content type='html'>malls in the US... for me they are often soul killing life destroyers, bent on taking my money and energy, waiting for a moment of weakness to spring some deadly trap that will leave me in debt; penniless, alone, and incredibly tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malls in Dubai are both similar and different. I think the reasons behind the differences are many, although at first I just thought they were larger and more incredible versions of the same thing. instead my uncle pointed out that in Dubai it get hot. i mean HOT. I mean that you literally cannot survive outside without becoming a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bedouin&lt;/span&gt;. So people go to malls. i also noted that people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt; really buying anything. I mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; people took advantage of the sales, but really people just bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; in the insanely amazing food courts. food courts filled with magical delights created in god's kitchen. (particularly crepes.) No, people just go there to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well they should. not only the mall containing the insane aquarium with 1400 sharks, not only the fancy pants mall inspired by pyramids (and built with a whole bunch of them), that has an outdoor rooftop garden showing free movies every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; night, and not only the enormous freaking mall with its own lake, skiing, and ice skating rink, but the fact that the taxi ride to most of these malls was really pretty reasonable, make them places worth going to. Of course... I only bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;movie tickets&lt;/span&gt;, food, and 1 t-shirt. if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;youre&lt;/span&gt; here to shop, you'll probably end up a soulless monster feeding on the dreams of the young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you're female. in which case you'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-6938441843121637978?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6938441843121637978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=6938441843121637978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/6938441843121637978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/6938441843121637978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/malls.html' title='Malls'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-330774957098644978</id><published>2009-02-15T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:18:21.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dune Bashing</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting recently. Ingrid and I have been having some computer troubles. We are actually about to head out for egypt, but I want to share some things about Dubai so the next few posts will have an anecdote or description of something I found fun or ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dune bashing is both fun AND ridiculous. I Loved it. We got in a 4x4 and drove into the desert. Once we were away from packed sand and into some serious dunes the driver went a little nuts. He began driving along the sides of the dunes, and over steep edges, and for the most part it felt like we were sliding everywhere. hmmm thats not a good description. If youve ever slid in the snow, just a short controlled skid as you took a turn... imagine that sliding feeling continuing for several minutes. Now add a slope, so the car is tilted at just under 45 degrees. Now pretend youre in a landrover, a vehicle that almost WANTS to flip over on its side. Now go at high speeds from one slope to another over and over. Now add a convoy of landrovers so you have the added danger of crashing into one-another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly wanted to try it, but I probably would have killed us all. The guy driving was incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-330774957098644978?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/330774957098644978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=330774957098644978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/330774957098644978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/330774957098644978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/dune-bashing.html' title='Dune Bashing'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-7737244901674184182</id><published>2009-02-03T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:11:16.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading to Dubai</title><content type='html'>In just a few hours Ingrid and I will board a plane to dubai. I suspect that we will be little shocked returning to a modern metropolis, but im excited for the food. We are going at peak tourist time, but if some things are more expensive, other things are cheaper. Besides the Dubai Shopping festival will certainly be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghana was fun, and I definetely enjoyed our time here. I will miss the street food for sure, and also our very comfortable room in the church. But im excited as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-7737244901674184182?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7737244901674184182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=7737244901674184182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7737244901674184182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7737244901674184182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/heading-to-dubai.html' title='Heading to Dubai'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-2163495024862516261</id><published>2009-01-31T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:02:18.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys and Airplanes</title><content type='html'>Hey hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry I havent posted in a bit, its been hard to get on the internet since we got back from Burkina. We've been back for a few days and are just going through the list of things we havent done and things we want to do again before we leave Ghana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two things aobut Burkina, which was lovely and filled with tasty french food. Burkina is a desert and was a french colony. It is very poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we stayed with really rich people, which can be stifling but was fun. Mr Ron has a pet monkey. The monkey was kinda dumb but it was cute. A British Colonel Monkey i think. He chased me and I ran. seriously. this tiny monkey and i ran like a mouse being hunted by a cat. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to fly a plane. I know, who would let me do that? But it was wicked fun, and we didnt crash. sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-2163495024862516261?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2163495024862516261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=2163495024862516261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2163495024862516261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2163495024862516261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/monkeys-and-airplanes.html' title='Monkeys and Airplanes'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-5484283383574080750</id><published>2009-01-20T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:21:29.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Beach</title><content type='html'>Im not gonna lie... I love the beach. Its really pretty fantastic. The Green Turtle Lodge, haven of volunteers and expats, is really really well planned and organized. Besides being in a great, if remote, location; it is also exceptionally comfortable, well integrated with the locals, and ecologically friendly. All awesome things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are headed to Burkina Faso, and hopefully Mali. I am looking forward to the new country, both of us are very excited, if a little nervous since neither of us speak French. With some luck I'll be able to update from there. You'll notice the name change. If I dont get to update I'll change it again... Taking Names: Middle East.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-5484283383574080750?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5484283383574080750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=5484283383574080750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5484283383574080750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5484283383574080750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-beach.html' title='Goodbye Beach'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-6291530566988633412</id><published>2009-01-11T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:37:09.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>So mole was sweet. Beautiful. And the elephants were awesome. We only saw five, a small bachelor group, but it was pretty sick, and I got a few pictures before the camera battery failed on me. Ha. so it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are back in Accra, it was a grueling 19 hour trip, but it is great to be back here. In a few days we are off to the beach and that will be wonderful as well. Hopefully another update before we head out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-6291530566988633412?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6291530566988633412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=6291530566988633412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/6291530566988633412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/6291530566988633412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-7175146571910120823</id><published>2009-01-04T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:11:22.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fizzle</title><content type='html'>So the final election was taking place... and one of the parties told their supporters not to vote. In the most brilliant strategy ever the NPP said that since they didnt think the EC had the right to declare the winner that weekend their people would not vote. And by and large they didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was on Friday. On Sat the NDC was declared the winner and the NPP candidate had given a very decent concession speech. Jubilation occurred. And now the streets are a lot less tense and things are spiraling back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we head out to go see elephants. Back in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-7175146571910120823?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7175146571910120823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=7175146571910120823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7175146571910120823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7175146571910120823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/fizzle.html' title='Fizzle'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-3128206851157752794</id><published>2009-01-02T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:19:53.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election drama</title><content type='html'>My last post about the election painted a tense but probably peaceful picture. In this post I would like to emphsize the tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both parties have protested, and the leaders on both sides have told the election commission that there has been ffraud in different areas. The NPP has filed an injunction with the court saying that the EC should not announce a winner tomorrow, instead there should be a re-vote in yet another area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a paper today and some of the articles were somewhat bleak. The parties have begun to divide into ethnic groups, with the NPP perceived as the Ashanti paty and the NDC as everyone else. Radio personalities are inciting violence and although protests have not turned into riots rocks have been thrown and people have shown up with machetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tension is higher than I thought and the streets are far emptier than usual... but on the other hand the leaders of the parties are urgin people to remain calm and to wait for results. Violence has been minimal and is restricted to the fringes of the parties and, so far, people are simply waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid and I may just go back to the beach to wait it all out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-3128206851157752794?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3128206851157752794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=3128206851157752794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3128206851157752794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3128206851157752794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/election-drama.html' title='Election drama'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-7948683957770405962</id><published>2008-12-31T04:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:07:32.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Elections</title><content type='html'>They didnt pick a winner. The race is furiously close... 49.036% for NPP and 50.136% for NDC. A tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a lot of NDC supporters over by the electoral commission and they were not pleased. They anticipated winning and their party was in the lead all day but then the Electoral commission said that four constituencies had to be counted again (or mb hadnt been counted yet) and suddenly NPP gained a lot of ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we met an anthropologist studying the process here; she was in the crowd and it did get tense towards the evening. She left when young people began to gather stones and sticks and were discussing what to do if the election was taken from them... but the EC played it smart and said that the eastern region (politically neutralish) was SO close that they had to have a revote. That will happen on Friday. Then we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-7948683957770405962?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7948683957770405962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=7948683957770405962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7948683957770405962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7948683957770405962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-elections.html' title='More Elections'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-4291271497372281930</id><published>2008-12-30T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:52:37.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections contd.</title><content type='html'>Weve been back for a few days now and things are good. Weve been camped in Accra waiting for the results of the run-off election to be announced.  There is no violence anticipated but today, when the results will be announced, the police and military is out in force; keeping an eye on the "jubilations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fascinating to watch the groups of young people out in support, and our street has been blocked  off and is being patrolled by the military. The electoral commision is only five buildings down the way. There is tension, but it mainly manifests in more poeple taking cabs and small crowds gathered around radios all over, arguing and listening to reporters describe the crowds as they wait to hear from the EC. Currently everyone is expecting the NDC to win, they had claimed victory already, but were chastised by the EC for speaking prematurely. We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-4291271497372281930?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4291271497372281930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=4291271497372281930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/4291271497372281930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/4291271497372281930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/elections-contd.html' title='Elections contd.'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-225550403646491732</id><published>2008-12-30T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:05:33.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>The beach was wonderful. Christmas on the beach was exceptional.  we stayed at the most ridiculously romantic and beautiful "eco-lodge" i have ever heard of. unfortunately it was expensive, so we had to go down the beach to eat at the completely packed but hilarious backpacker lodge (green turtle) at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place wasnt totally perfect. Although we didnt sleep with lizards we definitely came home to find them pooping in our bed. The waves were fun but the ripp tide was definitely dangerous, and while untouched beach is intensely beautiful... there isnt Tons to do. it was still fun, but the highlight was probably when we found a kitten. This kitten followed us home. A 2 hour walk down the beach. It saw us, came over, and when we left it followed us over the rocks and along the beach. It almost drowned in the waves (Ingrid saved it) but made it all the way to our hotel. They took it to the kitchen and fed it. we were pretty excited for saving the kitten and not getting fleas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-225550403646491732?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/225550403646491732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=225550403646491732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/225550403646491732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/225550403646491732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-3022679518638181354</id><published>2008-12-19T04:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:30:00.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed to the beach</title><content type='html'>We left the camp last friday. They had a nice ceremony for us, saying goodbye, and gave us clothes, and then we headed back to Accra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have spent a fun week here, a day trip to the botanical gardens, and an overnight trip to ada foah, a tiny town nestled against an estuary. The botanicl gardens were clearly beautiful onc, and the tallest tree ive ever seen was there, but you cn tell that it is no longer taken care of. It was nice and green, but sadly shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town of Ada Foah (ada fo) is next to big ada and ada kasseh and it is a study in contrasts.  A row of rich beautiful beach houses but around the corner is a thatch village that has been there for hundreds of years. We stayed with the nicest man I have met in ghana. he was old and used crutches but was incredibly kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will head out to the beach. I meant to make this a longer post, but I spent my internet time reading the news, so I guess I will just tell you that im excited to go to the beach, that accra is still HOT, and that I wont have internet this week, so if you need me, call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-3022679518638181354?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3022679518638181354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=3022679518638181354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3022679518638181354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3022679518638181354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/headed-to-beach.html' title='Headed to the beach'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-2218888356108054096</id><published>2008-12-13T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:38:09.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections are Hilarious</title><content type='html'>We are at a roof-top bar playing cards and rinking beer when the radio chaneges from music to news. Apparently an NPP pickup truck drove into where the ballots were being stored, grabbed a whole bunch of boxes and drove off. They were being chased by a car of NDC supporters who were in turn being chased by the media. The media was calling it into their rasio stations and were reading off the tag numbers so that the police could track the cars down. Amazing and Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a small number of ablots and whether they were rescued or not the election commision declared that a run-off vote between the two leading parties would occur on Dec 28th. We'll be here, getting ready for the new year, and waiting to celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-2218888356108054096?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2218888356108054096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=2218888356108054096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2218888356108054096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2218888356108054096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/elections-are-hilarious.html' title='Elections are Hilarious'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-2144567549959183395</id><published>2008-12-08T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:44:47.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections: Day 2</title><content type='html'>Today was a national holiday in ghana. and thats a really good thing because people are still counting all the votes from yesterday. counting and recounting. We have spent the day doing laundry or sleeping in the 100 degree heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we are waiting for lection results it is 6:40 PM the day after and all we know just now is that the NDC has a slight lead. Parliamentary results are in, for the most part, and some of the presidential candidates have conceded... but the NPP and NDC are waiting for a run-off to be called. how will that work? Totally unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violence? only in a few cases, people here are excited that no missing bodies of officials have been found and that shenenigans have been beaurecratic and not violent... thus far. Except in the north but people just seem to shrug that off as though the violence there is sort of typical. huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-2144567549959183395?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2144567549959183395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=2144567549959183395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2144567549959183395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2144567549959183395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/elections-day-2.html' title='Elections: Day 2'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-5700720553853261975</id><published>2008-12-06T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:06:36.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections are here</title><content type='html'>My first Ghanaian political rally was a lot like an American one. The biggest difference? More dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ruling NPP party has a lot of mone and posters but their primary rivals, the NDC has a large following.  I'll update with more info as the elections happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-5700720553853261975?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5700720553853261975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=5700720553853261975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5700720553853261975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/5700720553853261975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/elections-are-here.html' title='Elections are here'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-4381781709211936163</id><published>2008-12-03T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:04:51.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proctoring exams</title><content type='html'>So the kids are taking their finals. The teacher all proctor the exams. To help minimize cheating the kids are all mixed up; they arent allowed to sit next to anyone in their own class. It takes bout n hour to achieve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the tests are handed out. This takes another 25 minutes, and is complicated by the fact that often the tests are not all printed out just yet. but eventually everyone has the tests and they can begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when the questions begin. Since the 3rd grade cant read, although they are supposed to be able to, after they have tried for a while we read the test to them. They know the answers but they are fairly illiterate. The other grades know how to read, but dont know the words on the test. "what does concept mean?" Then, as you read the test over, you realize that whoever typed it made a lot of errors. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proctoring these exams has been sad. tiring and sad. The tests did not get better and the week wore on, and the children did not do better. A few of them found it easy, but for most, well they dont go to school to learn and there is no one at home to explain the value of learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-4381781709211936163?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4381781709211936163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=4381781709211936163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/4381781709211936163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/4381781709211936163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/proctoring-exams.html' title='Proctoring exams'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-257904721045997037</id><published>2008-12-03T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:01:00.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Stars</title><content type='html'>We went to a black star's gmae on Sunday. It was really fun. The stadium is big and beautiful, and like football games everywhere there was  lot of excitement and noise and backflips. Everytime ther was a goal, there were more backflips. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Stars started out playing wfully. They continuously dribbled up the field dramtically but neglected to pass. Over and over again. In the meantime the Nigerian team controlled the field, used tight formations, and had scored twice by the 35th minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the second half the black stars were playing better. Its cler they are spending most of their time playing for other teams, but once they raised their level of play they equalized quickly and then by the 80th minute had made it 3-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times, and fairly exciting. Best part... the tickets cost 2 cedis. sooo, $1.85?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-257904721045997037?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/257904721045997037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=257904721045997037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/257904721045997037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/257904721045997037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-stars.html' title='Black Stars'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-1771403081827488966</id><published>2008-12-03T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:53:29.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Coast</title><content type='html'>So this last weekend we went to cape coast to see the slave castle there. A word on traveling there. We went in the most comfortable tro-tro Ive ever even seen. It had air conditioning. It wasnt to crowded. It had newly upholstered seats and no nails to stab you. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cape Coast was fun and interesting an the breeze from the ocean was welcome. The slave castle was... a slave castle. I dont know what I was expecting but I thought I might feel more. I gained a more intimate understanding of the horrors experienced by the men, women, and children captured and sold into slavery... but it was still an intellectual understanding. Unlike many people who have been to the cape coast castle, and to the elmina, I did not cry. I didnt feel much more than I have felt in other places of historic human evil. I didnt feel less, but not more either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need to say that white people are ugly. Seriously. This is the first touristy place weve been, with a whole bunch of white people from many countries and well, theyre ugly. They dont know how to walk, and they sweat soo much and dont wear the right clothes and they're just kinda... weird looking. sucks for ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-1771403081827488966?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1771403081827488966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=1771403081827488966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/1771403081827488966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/1771403081827488966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/cape-coast.html' title='Cape Coast'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-3618990029062337417</id><published>2008-11-27T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:23:05.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up to a text message from an old friend, Emma, asking if my family in India was alright. Emma met my family when she was staying there, and always asks after them. I wrote back immediately, but all I could say was that I had no idea what on earth she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately my family was fine. As are Colin and Sonia, both traveling in India just now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is incredibly disconcerting to be far away, not from people, but from the news. I dont notice this distancing normally, it is only now, when I can feel violence touching the lives of people I care about, and I am left in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some information soon after getting to school, and my sister wrote to me early, to let me know that everyone was fine. Soon after this the teachers of the schoool were aware of what had happened. And for the most part they were interested and thoughtful. But of course there is the one person who is gleefully self-righteous. Condemning terrorism and muslims in general with one broad sentence. I ignored it as I always do. I wonder if I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week from Sunday Ghana will have their presidential election.  There are two frontrunners... the incumbent and the person that everyone says won last time. Will there be violence? There has already been violence in the villages far from Accra, but no one is expecting more than tension in the city. Ghana has been peaceful for a while... I really hope it stays that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-3618990029062337417?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3618990029062337417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=3618990029062337417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3618990029062337417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3618990029062337417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/11/violence.html' title='Violence'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-6896230905953956725</id><published>2008-11-23T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:32:22.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Night Long</title><content type='html'>Ive mentioned night life at the camp once before, but I think it deserves another note. Night life here is... surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun goes down and the music turns on you forget where you are. You are transportedinto an outdoor festival. Last weekend (on sunday, the big night) there was an outdoor freestyling competition in the square. We sat in a bar close enough to watch, but couldnt hear a thing, so I have no idea if the liberians are any good. I do know that although we were listening to such hits as 'where is the love' and 'bombastic' the bar / club next door was blasting Carter III on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight wewill take our new aussie houseguest to the XXX club. Which has cheap beer and an expesive 2nd floor pool. Just to show him the difference between the school we work at and the club kids party at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-6896230905953956725?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6896230905953956725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=6896230905953956725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/6896230905953956725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/6896230905953956725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-night-long.html' title='All Night Long'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-4263128404226132349</id><published>2008-11-18T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:41:19.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating Times</title><content type='html'>So one of the things about living on the refugee camp is taht you have to know that sometimes you wont have electricity. This is no big deal. So when we cam home last night to find no electricity, we shrugged and movedon. Went to the bar, had a drink, came home, got out the headlamps, sat on the bed... and ingrid was attacked by a tiny little bat. It was clearly afraid of our headlamps but shit, it kept flying around and creeped the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get over it. You sit on the bed. And then it breaks. I mean really breaks. I hammered one section back together with my shoe. While that happened a mysterious child started speaking through the window. Asking us for food or money he began listing things we had taught. Was he in one of our classes... probably, but still, it was unnerving. Eventually I got a piece of wood for the hammering, and one piece was fixed... but after that... well, its hot enough that you have to just say, nevermind, and sleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning our water had disappeared. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, by the time we got back from school, someone had fixed the bed, we had more water, and the electricity was back on. Basically, im spoiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-4263128404226132349?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4263128404226132349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=4263128404226132349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/4263128404226132349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/4263128404226132349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/11/irritating-times.html' title='Irritating Times'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-9154130533986789819</id><published>2008-11-16T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:42:59.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carolyn A. Miller</title><content type='html'>Is the name of the school where we are teaching. The other day we went to the teachers meeting. It was fascinating. Not least because the teachers (all liberian refugees) have english as their first language... but have accents so thick, and such a limited (in work settings) vocabulary, that you would never know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidebar: Why do they all speak engish? Liberia was colonized by a private orgnization in America that didnt think reconstruction was possible and so was sending freed slaves back to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topics were also fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can we PLEASE lightly cane the children. they are getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;-Can we please enforce the dress code more strictly, 14 year old girls wearing sleevless t-shirts are to distracting to allow us to work. (bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;-Teachers are no longer allowed to have chairs in their 40 or 80 minute classes.&lt;br /&gt;-The final exam will be given two weeks early but we will lie to the kids and tell them it isnt the final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one seems silly, but it aparently necessary. People are worried about the election to be held in Ghana on the 7th. I will write more on this as it occurs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-9154130533986789819?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/9154130533986789819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=9154130533986789819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/9154130533986789819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/9154130533986789819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/11/carolyn-miller.html' title='Carolyn A. Miller'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-7884587646441640568</id><published>2008-11-16T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:26:18.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tro-tros</title><content type='html'>Ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Colin asked me to tell him how we were getting around when we travel from the camp. The answer: we travel by tro-tro. Think athletic vans that seat around 16 people. Five rows total. The driver's row seats three including the driver. Every other row seats four people. There is one sliding door. This door is manned by a boy who announces where this van goes, gets passengers and collects the fare. The fare is incredibly cheap. To fit everyone in the middle three rows have folding seats at the end closest to the door. They fold up to let people walk by and fold down to let people sit. Colin informs me that in syria and jordan this is a very common way to travel between cities. In Ghana the tro-tros go EVERYWHERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-7884587646441640568?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7884587646441640568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=7884587646441640568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7884587646441640568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/7884587646441640568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/11/tro-tros.html' title='tro-tros'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-2301790320879501667</id><published>2008-11-11T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:47:14.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Ed</title><content type='html'>We taught our first sex ed class today. We were told about 40 minutes before that we were going to teach the class, and then thrown into it. We actually did really well, but Ingrid needs to take the credit; shes a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be teaching the class the entire time we are here. The old health teacher is taking advantage of having Ingrid here, he really needs a girl to talk to the girls, so this and English will be our main focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reading group could be fun to start, and for our first book: Charlotte's Web. Or possibly The Wonderful Life of Henry Sugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-2301790320879501667?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2301790320879501667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=2301790320879501667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2301790320879501667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2301790320879501667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/11/sex-ed.html' title='Sex Ed'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-2118765271116733253</id><published>2008-11-10T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:19:04.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buduburum</title><content type='html'>Well, we are at the liberian refugee camp. Its kind of amazing. Im in the internet cafe at the school, which is pretty fast, but I only have a few moments. So I'll be brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night in the camp was surreal. After walking thropugh and seeing where people lived, we got some food, spaghetti, and then we went... to the club. A huuuge, nice, enormous, clean, gigantic, Club. This club has a disco, and on the econd floor there is a pool. not pool tables... a pool. And the drinks are CHEAP. So right now our house has no running water, but the Club is pimpin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a weird difference. But as our buddy Lance (a refugee in charge of volunteers) told us... if you arent in school and you dont work... why not party. Even if it was sunday night. Or rather, especially sunday night. I guess Sunday is the new Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to see if the ninth graders would like a blog.  They are supposed to be writing every day, to get ready for a high school entrance exam... could be good practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-2118765271116733253?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2118765271116733253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=2118765271116733253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2118765271116733253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/2118765271116733253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/11/buduburum.html' title='Buduburum'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-3797014722356539018</id><published>2008-11-05T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:47:58.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election</title><content type='html'>So... I missed the election. When we got here we knew this might happen, and it sucked, but I want to thank all the people who were kind enough to text me throughout the night with updates. I didnt sleep all that well, but it was nice to know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here are totally into Obama. We glanced at a paper on Monday and there were full page bios of both candidates in the international section. McCain's was thorough but... bland. Obamas was hilariously pro-Obama. I loved it. When we watched the local tv station there was a thing about African Diaspora, a group of Africans and African-Americans volunteering for his campaign, and then interviews with local ghanains, followed by, of all things, a segment explainig Rock the Vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morining Obama was, of course, front page news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-3797014722356539018?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3797014722356539018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=3797014722356539018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3797014722356539018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/3797014722356539018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/11/election.html' title='Election'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014098908048651377.post-6316565644097419508</id><published>2008-10-31T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:30:54.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itinerary</title><content type='html'>Presently in: Ghana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Accra, Ghana Oct 28th&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Dubai 04-Feb-09&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Bahrain 16-Feb-09&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Cairo 02-Mar-09&lt;br /&gt;Travel overland through Jordan and Syria to Istanbul.&lt;br /&gt;Arrive in Turkey 01-April-09&lt;br /&gt;Spend one month in Turkey and Greece.&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Jakarta 11-May-09&lt;br /&gt;Travel to Singapore in June&lt;br /&gt;Arrive China 14-Jul-09&lt;br /&gt;Arrive New York 14-Aug-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may change dramatically, but for now, this is whats up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014098908048651377-6316565644097419508?l=wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6316565644097419508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014098908048651377&amp;postID=6316565644097419508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/6316565644097419508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014098908048651377/posts/default/6316565644097419508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewouldarjungo.blogspot.com/2008/10/itinerary.html' title='Itinerary'/><author><name>Arjun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16886933953635530453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
