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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEDQnw5eip7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525609969950623341</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:47:53.222-08:00</updated><category term="Australia" /><category term="knee tremblers" /><category term="peaof" /><category term="littering" /><category term="hamlet" /><category term="Caravan" /><title>Caravanning - Are you crazy?</title><subtitle type="html">A blog about a regular family as they caravan their way through central Australia, the top end and the West Coast of Austalia, with 3 stinky kids, a dodgy caravan and a bet they will be divorced by Alice</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://caravanningforbeginners.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://caravanningforbeginners.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17136446472131512551</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Caravanning-AreYouCrazy" /><feedburner:info uri="caravanning-areyoucrazy" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQESH85fSp7ImA9Wx5QF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525609969950623341.post-6711672076281076674</id><published>2010-09-06T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T07:11:49.125-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-06T07:11:49.125-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="littering" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peaof" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hamlet" /><title>I'm not a litter bug - but there is this exception....</title><content type="html">I would not advocate to litter - but there is a special case when I think you will agree that it is better to leave litter on the ground and keep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a guy thing - having a slash at a urinal. I was finishing an enjoyable wee when a mountain of a man steped up next to me on the urinal - and started undoing his daks. I was finish - and at the wash station - and getting ready to dry my hands when the big guy opened his sluice gate. I lobbed the hand paper towel into the bin next to the urinal - and missed. The paper towel landed just to the side of the urinal - but close to gentleman that was a foot taller than me relieving himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prosecute the recovery of the paper towel - and bin it - I would have to move to the side of the urinal, and drop to hip level - a position that would put me eye to (snake) eye with the mountain man, and about a foot from his crotch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would he think about me going around the side of the urinal and looking at his privates? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no dilemma - I walked out - quickly and left the litter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525609969950623341-6711672076281076674?l=caravanningforbeginners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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