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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/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818</id><updated>2009-10-17T09:04:02.156-07:00</updated><title type="text">GoingRoundBackwards</title><subtitle type="html">Travel notes as I pass through Canada, America, Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, Indonesia and Singapore. Should be good even if I am going the wrong way.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Goingroundbackwards" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-1521054193759955613</id><published>2008-05-30T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:44:49.556-07:00</updated><title type="text">Vietnam - A few more days on the back of a bike</title><summary type="html">Vietnam's father of poetry - Nguyen Du     Rice, lots and lots of rice      At the mouth of Phong Nha cave     Inside the cave. Can you see the ghosts?     Mood Lighting     The soldier to war, assured never to return.  His wife cuts his wrist and blood drips into the wine filled cask held aloft by the child.  The family will drink this as a tribute to his soul.     Rescued and released        &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/WYOBJyM57II" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1521054193759955613/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=1521054193759955613" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/1521054193759955613" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/1521054193759955613" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/WYOBJyM57II/vietnam-few-more-days-on-back-of-bike.html" title="Vietnam - A few more days on the back of a bike" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/05/vietnam-few-more-days-on-back-of-bike.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-7908879863602950781</id><published>2008-05-25T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:29:08.870-07:00</updated><title type="text">When 'Chance' gets involved in VIetnam - My Top 5</title><summary type="html">5: Arriving on the scene of an accident involving 2 mopeds.  One had 2 passengers and the other 3!  2 people were killed and the mourning started before the bodies were removed. The air was heavy with burning incense.  It was a sobering reminder that Vietnam's roads can be quite dangerous.  4: Meeting a cop who had just filmed what a bunch of local tribes people did to an elephant.  The elephant &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/fRGIGSvoEN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3a126a36b3411514&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7908879863602950781/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=7908879863602950781" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/7908879863602950781" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/7908879863602950781" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/fRGIGSvoEN0/when-gets-involved-in-vietnam-my-top-5.html" title="When &amp;#39;Chance&amp;#39; gets involved in VIetnam - My Top 5" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-gets-involved-in-vietnam-my-top-5.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-2340687259432687919</id><published>2008-05-20T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:01:33.707-07:00</updated><title type="text">Easy Riding in Vietnam - the first 3 days in pictures</title><summary type="html">The smoky hills and lush green countryside west of Hanoi        Whatever your poison, it's unlikely it comes in Scorpion flavour.  A hangover is guaranteed.        Yes, he did stop his moped in the middle of the road. And yes, he did beg me to take his picture. He would be so proud.       Showing Scotland what Green really is.        Has anyone seen my chopsticks?        Heading home after a long&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/kGk9xouNfOg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2340687259432687919/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=2340687259432687919" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/2340687259432687919" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/2340687259432687919" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/kGk9xouNfOg/easy-riding-in-vietnam-first-3-days-in.html" title="Easy Riding in Vietnam - the first 3 days in pictures" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/05/easy-riding-in-vietnam-first-3-days-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-4359632458417295877</id><published>2008-05-11T03:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:52:56.449-07:00</updated><title type="text">And that was Hanoi...</title><summary type="html">And I didn't even go to Ha Long Bay.  Some would say I am crazy, and others would say I am just plain stupid.  But quite frankly, if your having a great time already, why question it.  In Hanoi,  people watching really is king.  From the the street vendors to the cyclos ferrying their chubby tourist clients, to the moped passengers who think it is a good idea to get on a different moped, in &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/gFlA8rWJ0k4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4359632458417295877/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=4359632458417295877" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/4359632458417295877" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/4359632458417295877" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/gFlA8rWJ0k4/and-that-was-hanoi.html" title="And that was Hanoi..." /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-that-was-hanoi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-4970030637845785679</id><published>2008-04-30T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:07:57.820-07:00</updated><title type="text">From Bangkok's Blandness to Hanoi Heaven</title><summary type="html">I'm doing my best to see a bit of the world I have always wanted to travel to, and today it feels like I hit the big league.  If I'm honest, Bangkok was a bit of a damp squid, a very large damp squid.  The city is far from the glamorous vision of the East I had.  True, it served as a great introduction and a good place to acclimatize to the urban intensity in this part of the world. But, it's &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/mJB31geKZQ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4970030637845785679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=4970030637845785679" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/4970030637845785679" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/4970030637845785679" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/mJB31geKZQ8/from-bangkok-blandness-to-hanoi-heaven.html" title="From Bangkok&amp;#39;s Blandness to Hanoi Heaven" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-bangkok-blandness-to-hanoi-heaven.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-3667656462653150496</id><published>2008-04-28T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:40:43.199-07:00</updated><title type="text">No Pictures of Elephants I'm Afraid...</title><summary type="html">A quiet day in Bangkok's suburbs     The 'Sleeping Buddha'     I bet he hates this...     Down river side        Tuk-Tuk!         &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/izsicUJdw3U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3667656462653150496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=3667656462653150496" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/3667656462653150496" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/3667656462653150496" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/izsicUJdw3U/no-pictures-of-elephants-i-afraid.html" title="No Pictures of Elephants I&amp;#39;m Afraid..." /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-pictures-of-elephants-i-afraid.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-6654118406911890754</id><published>2008-04-27T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T04:34:21.952-07:00</updated><title type="text">"Must get money" in Bangkok</title><summary type="html">Imagine you're walking along the side of small lane.  Mopeds and cars are flying past you, there are more street stalls than you can imagine, and your senses are working overtime.  You're looking around, at everything and nothing - the cacophony from the road, the glare of headlights, the Deep smells from street food vendors and the myriad of faces are a delight to the senses.  And the next thing&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/8GnM-91UI-w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6654118406911890754/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=6654118406911890754" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/6654118406911890754" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/6654118406911890754" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/8GnM-91UI-w/get-money-in-bangkok.html" title="&amp;quot;Must get money&amp;quot; in Bangkok" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-money-in-bangkok.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-8799026309633771234</id><published>2008-04-24T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:28:23.205-07:00</updated><title type="text">Ever feel like a cat in a washing machine?</title><summary type="html">So, can you say, mind blown??  Yes, I think you can.  I found myself in Sunny Bangkok (though today is like a rainy day in Cumbernauld - if you add on 30 degrees that is) battling a major case of jet lag and a sense of culture shock that feels a little bit like raw oysters sliding down your throat.  You want to do it but feel slightly sick as a result.  In a city where almost anything goes, I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/GrAiUc8j7tk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8799026309633771234/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=8799026309633771234" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/8799026309633771234" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/8799026309633771234" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/GrAiUc8j7tk/ever-feel-like-cat-in-washing-machine.html" title="Ever feel like a cat in a washing machine?" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/ever-feel-like-cat-in-washing-machine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-9131288237198679459</id><published>2008-04-24T01:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:06:38.931-07:00</updated><title type="text">The Portland Adventure. And the Invisible Mountain too.</title><summary type="html">Portland has a secret.  Everyone has heard the rumour, but many don't believe it to be true.  Apparently, there is a large Mountain overlooking the city.  My immediate reaction was 'no, you must be kidding.  That's preposterous.'  But, if you ask the locals, they will all swear by the fact that Mt. Hood, does in fact, exist.   The only problem is, I never saw it and consequently, I can't be sure.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/Vls7P1SZQ6U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/9131288237198679459/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=9131288237198679459" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/9131288237198679459" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/9131288237198679459" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/Vls7P1SZQ6U/portland-adventure-and-invisible.html" title="The Portland Adventure. And the Invisible Mountain too." /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/portland-adventure-and-invisible.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-2112441334542577253</id><published>2008-04-18T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:35:35.700-07:00</updated><title type="text">Its a compliment when...</title><summary type="html">It was nice of Simon / Molly and at TravelBuzz to take an interest, though I may have caused some controversy by describing New York as 'Past it' - Perhaps I was a bit unfair to NYC, after all, I said it myself, I avoided the things I like the most about it, the 5th Avenue glitz.  So, I'll eat my words somewhat, but the East Village is no longer for me.Go to NYC and indulge in the things you love&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/gpO42xqcagE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2112441334542577253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=2112441334542577253" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/2112441334542577253" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/2112441334542577253" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/gpO42xqcagE/its-compliment-when.html" title="Its a compliment when..." /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-compliment-when.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-8799220453543691138</id><published>2008-04-17T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:26:56.552-07:00</updated><title type="text">Polygamists not only drink beer, they have a sense of humour too...</title><summary type="html">  &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/42tPAZ8-5p8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8799220453543691138/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=8799220453543691138" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/8799220453543691138" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/8799220453543691138" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/42tPAZ8-5p8/polygamists-not-only-drink-beer-they.html" title="Polygamists not only drink beer, they have a sense of humour too..." /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/polygamists-not-only-drink-beer-they.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-4727317931339118403</id><published>2008-04-17T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:37:14.408-07:00</updated><title type="text">What can happen in 24 hours?</title><summary type="html">The Mariners hammer Kansas City     Heading through the mountains after leaving Seattle     Waking up in Leavenworth (yes, the sign is in German)           On the road to Oregon     Feeding squirrels in the Columbia River valley      The Multnomah Waterfalls    What the 'Sam Hill' is going on here?  &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/P1x3JLv9SMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4727317931339118403/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=4727317931339118403" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/4727317931339118403" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/4727317931339118403" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/P1x3JLv9SMU/what-can-happen-in-24-hours.html" title="What can happen in 24 hours?" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-can-happen-in-24-hours.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-6687118758959493395</id><published>2008-04-16T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:46:19.732-07:00</updated><title type="text">Please Seperate Plastics from Paper</title><summary type="html">Um, can anyone say laid back? My impression of Seattle is that it marches to it's own beat, it's decidely lovely and there seems to be little of the usual passive aggressive undertones you find in many cities.Perhaps temper that with the fact that this is literally 'the end of the line'.   Long distance freight trains that come here end here.  If you happen to be a railroad hobo, there isn't much&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/KZAxRYvYnfU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6687118758959493395/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=6687118758959493395" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/6687118758959493395" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/6687118758959493395" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/KZAxRYvYnfU/please-seperate-plastics-from-paper.html" title="Please Seperate Plastics from Paper" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JqOlXgeYVc/SAFGYX6_KvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/38oItnDevRM/s72-c/P4120046.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/please-seperate-plastics-from-paper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-4938611783407762446</id><published>2008-04-14T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:58:38.827-07:00</updated><title type="text">Seattle's Pike Place Market - Where Fish Can Fly</title><summary type="html">   The craziest fishmongers I have ever seen.  Definitely worth a visit as they are the spirit of this bustling (and large) downtown market place. 


&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/90MC63-xeRE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=731201107608a906&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4938611783407762446/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=4938611783407762446" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/4938611783407762446" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/4938611783407762446" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/90MC63-xeRE/seattle-pike-place-market-where-fish.html" title="Seattle&amp;#39;s Pike Place Market - Where Fish Can Fly" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/seattle-pike-place-market-where-fish.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-8095676647647149404</id><published>2008-04-14T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:45:35.454-07:00</updated><title type="text">Where it all began....</title><summary type="html">The world's first Starbucks. Opened in 1971 in Seattle's Pike Place Market.  If you have ever wondered why the logo is a mermaid, this coffee shop sits along side the wares of the local fisherman.      Though though have decided to save the mermaids blushes and cover her up these days....              The original                       The modern day logo             &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/jyO5DKQWKCw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8095676647647149404/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=8095676647647149404" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/8095676647647149404" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/8095676647647149404" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/jyO5DKQWKCw/where-it-all-began.html" title="Where it all began...." /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-it-all-began.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-969695328358488317</id><published>2008-04-14T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:30:17.496-07:00</updated><title type="text">The Seattle Water Garden</title><summary type="html">Nestled within the centre of Seattle, this small public space was a real surprise...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/z3FAlUJ6dEA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/969695328358488317/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=969695328358488317" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/969695328358488317" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/969695328358488317" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/z3FAlUJ6dEA/seattle-water-garden.html" title="The Seattle Water Garden" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/seattle-water-garden.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-5626285488304427782</id><published>2008-04-12T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:12:36.135-07:00</updated><title type="text">I'm Not the Most Important Visitor in Town</title><summary type="html">Apparently, the Dalai Lama is also here.  And wacks of security accompany him....


&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/qGCjyoge248" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=678d80a48f1ec6db&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5626285488304427782/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=5626285488304427782" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/5626285488304427782" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/5626285488304427782" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/qGCjyoge248/im-not-most-important-visitor-in-town.html" title="I'm Not the Most Important Visitor in Town" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JqOlXgeYVc/SAJanH6_K0I/AAAAAAAAABg/KnDEUp0G9B0/s72-c/P4120057.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-most-important-visitor-in-town.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-4053483286435721325</id><published>2008-04-12T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:34:13.930-07:00</updated><title type="text">Escape from Minneapolis: Just in Time</title><summary type="html">I spent 3 very chilled days in one half of the Twin Cities.  I ventured out only to wonder through the University of Minneapolis campus, conveniently located right next to my hotel.  Oh, and it won't be news to any of you that I also went to the mall.  Though, not just any mall.  Mall of America, the biggest and brightest of them all.  It was a rest break more than anything else, and a welcome &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/cPgzoIGQf6M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4053483286435721325/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=4053483286435721325" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/4053483286435721325" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/4053483286435721325" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/cPgzoIGQf6M/escape-from-minneapolis-just-in-time.html" title="Escape from Minneapolis: Just in Time" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JqOlXgeYVc/SAEOq3qPY9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XjXDUE6xQR8/s72-c/P4100002.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/escape-from-minneapolis-just-in-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-119567305988437434</id><published>2008-04-12T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:33:14.955-07:00</updated><title type="text">The world according to Amtrak.</title><summary type="html">Do not expect speed. Passenger rail plays second fiddle to freight. Pound for pound, we just aren't worth as much, even after you account for the generous poundage of the average American. The US railways, long the great arteries of this nation continue to ferry all manner of goods across it's vastness. No ramshackle group of weary travellers will get in the way.Car or coach travel might well be &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/PZYCb_2bRqQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/119567305988437434/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=119567305988437434" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/119567305988437434" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/119567305988437434" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/PZYCb_2bRqQ/world-according-to-amtrak.html" title="The world according to Amtrak." /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/world-according-to-amtrak.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-5199794543379294815</id><published>2008-04-10T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:56:42.613-07:00</updated><title type="text">Hey, how's it go'in?</title><summary type="html">&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/6TMUBR3rUVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5199794543379294815/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=5199794543379294815" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/5199794543379294815" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/5199794543379294815" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/6TMUBR3rUVQ/hey-hows-it-goin.html" title="Hey, how's it go'in?" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JqOlXgeYVc/R_44uXqPY8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZHvurI-OwgY/s72-c/P4060328.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-hows-it-goin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-881878952380944186</id><published>2008-04-08T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:10:17.242-07:00</updated><title type="text">The windy city wasn't so windy, and the village wasn't so kitsch</title><summary type="html">howdy,You'd think u had spent a week in Texas but no, apparently they all say it.Chicagoans are a little less in your face than new yorkers. This is not a bad thing.Generally very friendly and as a city, Chicago is fabulous. Its got to have one of the best skylines I have seen in the US, and provides ample opportunity to find places used as locations in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.My latest find was&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/4gSTmAGRY8M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/881878952380944186/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=881878952380944186" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/881878952380944186" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/881878952380944186" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/4gSTmAGRY8M/windy-city-wasnt-so-windy-and-village.html" title="The windy city wasn't so windy, and the village wasn't so kitsch" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/windy-city-wasnt-so-windy-and-village.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999424027159519818.post-2581517962646129717</id><published>2008-03-31T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:11:00.692-07:00</updated><title type="text">It's like Canada, eh?</title><summary type="html">Its Sunday and I am sitting in one of the bars  in the Royal York hotel in downtown Toronto.  Its rather nippy outside and they say snow is coming. Time for me to leave I think.I've had an absolutely wonderful week.  It is one thing seeing old friends, and I'm lucky to have been able to see many, but to see all the children that my friends are raising has been fabulous! I found that I'm pretty &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~4/md8qoEDqWc0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2581517962646129717/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2999424027159519818&amp;postID=2581517962646129717" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/2581517962646129717" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2999424027159519818/posts/default/2581517962646129717" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Goingroundbackwards/~3/md8qoEDqWc0/its-sunday-and-i-am-sitting-in-one-of.html" title="It's like Canada, eh?" /><author><name>iamscoby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730483896961107662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06776131163855049184" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://goingroundbackwards.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-sunday-and-i-am-sitting-in-one-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
