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			<title>Cambodia sans croissants</title>
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			<description>We all fall in love with Cambodia...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="bodytext">The French do it. The folk in Siam do it (they even annexed it once). Angelina Jolie does it too. We all fall in love with Cambodia. We fall for the majestic Angkor Wat temples bursting out of their centuries-old jungle embrace; for Cambodia’s aquatic fluidity during the rainy season; for Tonle Sap, the biggest lake in South East Asia, home to thousands of water dwellers&nbsp; <img style="padding: 10px 10px 10px 0px; float: right;" src="fileadmin/templates/gtw/files/gallery/maria-visconti/Cambodia%20Sep%202005-3.jpg" width="276" height="359" alt="" /> </p>
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<p class="bodytext"><img title="Battembang street" style="padding: 10px;" src="fileadmin/templates/gtw/files/gallery/maria-visconti/Cambodia%20Sep%202005-0.jpg" width="300" height="222" alt="" /><img style="padding: 10px;" src="fileadmin/templates/gtw/files/gallery/maria-visconti/Cambodia%20Sep%202005-2.jpg" width="310" height="267" alt="" /></p><blockquote style="margin-bottom:0;margin-top:0;"><p class="bodytext">&nbsp;&nbsp;  &nbsp; <b><i>Battembang street&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Fishing boat on Lake Tonle Sap</i></b></p></blockquote>]]></content:encoded>
			<category>Maria Visconti</category>
			<category>Cambodia</category>
			<category>Cultural Travel</category>
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			By: Maria Visconti
			<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 05:07:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
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			<title>The Jatilan horse-trance dance of Central Java</title>
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			<description>Entranced by horses in mystical Indonesia</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="bodytext"><img style="padding: 0px 10px 10px;" src="fileadmin/templates/gtw/files/gallery/maria-visconti/Spice_IslandsSept09_1080.jpg" width="320" height="215" alt="" />&nbsp;  &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <img style="padding: 0px 10px 10px;" src="fileadmin/templates/gtw/files/gallery/maria-visconti/Spice_IslandsSept09_1248.jpg" width="320" height="215" alt="" />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The night air is cool and filled with drumming and gamelan. One by one about a dozen men come into the arena with their horses. They prance and move in such a way you soon forget the horses are made of bamboo and have conch-shells for eyes. There is magic in the air. And dust. The riders have leather shin-guards covered in bells. Their colourful costumes add to the dizzying swirls of horse’ tails and wild manes. Soon the whole place takes off like a firebomb. Another rider, who cracks his whip around, keeps the frenzied dancers at a distance. As the music reaches a climax, the dancers fall on their faces, exhausted. The horses’ eyes seem to roll upwards, in distress.&nbsp; One by one, the riders are taken to the man with the whip that now holds his own black horse in the air and dips its head towards the unconscious rider. &nbsp; <img style="padding: 10px; float: left;" src="fileadmin/templates/gtw/files/gallery/maria-visconti/Spice_IslandsSept09_1279small_01.jpg" width="428" height="321" alt="" /></p>
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			<category>Maria Visconti</category>
			<category>Indonesia</category>
			<category>Cultural Travel</category>
			<category>Spiritual and Pilgrimage</category>
			
			By: Maria Visconti
			<pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 02:10:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
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