<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792687217345609340</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2018 16:09:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Cambodia</category><category>Argentina</category><category>Battambang</category><category>Cambodian Cultural Village</category><category>Connemara</category><category>Germany</category><category>Ireland</category><category>Kampong Chhang</category><category>Khmer Rouge</category><category>Malta</category><category>Mellieha</category><category>Mongolia</category><category>Ondor Dov</category><category>Otter Dance</category><category>Phnom Penh</category><category>Siem Reap</category><category>Venice</category><category>festa</category><category>floating village</category><category>football</category><category>garuda</category><category>ger</category><category>mirror</category><category>nougat</category><category>octopus Paul</category><category>perfekt moment</category><category>tourist attraction</category><category>train travel</category><category>travel</category><category>vuvuzela</category><category>white horse</category><category>winner</category><category>world cup</category><title>The Journey&#39;s Rich Jewels</title><description>Travels in the real world-&#xa;Encounters in history</description><link>http://thejourneysrichjewels.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Karin Nedela)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792687217345609340.post-2553474444257187147</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-23T12:31:25.173-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Connemara</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ireland</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">white horse</category><title>Favourite Photographs: Ireland 1985</title><atom:summary type="text">
White Horse, Connemara/Ireland, 1985</atom:summary><link>http://thejourneysrichjewels.blogspot.com/2010/08/favourite-photographs-ireland-1985.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karin Nedela)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4NOCy7hFNs0/THLL8hxV1BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ybAkdDvEv88/s72-c/500white-horse-connemara-1985.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792687217345609340.post-6295378138710104199</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-14T14:41:43.118-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cambodia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">floating village</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kampong Chhang</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tourist attraction</category><title>Keeping Afloat</title><atom:summary type="text">

Flying into Phnom Penh in the late rainy season had been like descending upon an aquatic planet.  There didn&#39;t seem to be any land. Only water. Here and there a high road would cut across the surface. Apart from that there was only a silvery, glistening expanse.

A lot of Cambodian life takes place on or beside the lake and rivers. Many people actually live on houseboats, gathered together in </atom:summary><link>http://thejourneysrichjewels.blogspot.com/2010/08/keeping-float.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karin Nedela)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4NOCy7hFNs0/TGW4Z8wKv9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/o6xeLb3S0T8/s72-c/500floating_village_kampong_chnang.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792687217345609340.post-7286622643901091744</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T06:06:47.678-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">festa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Malta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mellieha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nougat</category><title>Favourite Photographs: Malta 1991</title><atom:summary type="text">
Covered Nougat Stall, Mellieha/Malta, 1991</atom:summary><link>http://thejourneysrichjewels.blogspot.com/2010/07/favourite-photographs-malta-1991.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karin Nedela)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4NOCy7hFNs0/TDMnnJ-jnsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uBKcm2PG3xs/s72-c/500covered-nougatstand-malta-1991.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792687217345609340.post-2880583008290329932</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-01T13:31:45.133-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Argentina</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">football</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Germany</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">octopus Paul</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vuvuzela</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">winner</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">world cup</category><title>Winners</title><atom:summary type="text">
Even if you usually don’t get very excited about football (and yes, it is, and will always be, football, none of this ‘soccer’ stuff), it is hard not to get caught up in the spirit of the World Cup.  Those vuvuzelas have been an annoyance factor this year, although last Sunday, when Germany beat England, I actually wished I’d had one!

So now Germany is gearing up to Saturday’s match with </atom:summary><link>http://thejourneysrichjewels.blogspot.com/2010/07/winners.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karin Nedela)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4NOCy7hFNs0/TCz5B3JWmuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UMpdbBv9kYs/s72-c/500EM_2004.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792687217345609340.post-8903992429308045566</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-23T11:28:30.023-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cambodia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garuda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Phnom Penh</category><title>New Photographs: Cambodia  2010</title><atom:summary type="text">
Phnom Penh /Cambodia, February 2010</atom:summary><link>http://thejourneysrichjewels.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-photographs-cambodia-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karin Nedela)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4NOCy7hFNs0/TCJRRFuXayI/AAAAAAAAAGc/54NVJ7L5bwg/s72-c/500pp_garuda001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792687217345609340.post-1301035473650958414</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 20:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-21T10:52:06.193-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cambodia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cambodian Cultural Village</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Khmer Rouge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Otter Dance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Siem Reap</category><title>Cambodian Culture, Chinese-Style</title><atom:summary type="text">

After a couple of days in Angkor there comes a moment when just the thought of looking at another temple ruin is exhausting. But, fortunately, Siem Reap has other attractions to offer. For example the Cambodian Cultural Village. Here the discerning traveler can learn a lot, though not necessarily about Cambodian culture. 

Typical buildings for each region, in Disney-esque  pseudo-villages, are</atom:summary><link>http://thejourneysrichjewels.blogspot.com/2010/06/cambodian-culture-chinese-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karin Nedela)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4NOCy7hFNs0/TB5zPjHLvSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tXCK7NwLfss/s72-c/500otter_dance_CCV.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792687217345609340.post-7005209436865108213</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 17:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-15T11:15:20.245-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mirror</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mongolia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ondor Dov</category><title>Favourite Photographs: Mongolia, 1997</title><atom:summary type="text">Into the Looking-Glass  / Ondor Dov /Mongolia, 1997</atom:summary><link>http://thejourneysrichjewels.blogspot.com/2010/06/favourite-photographs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karin Nedela)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4NOCy7hFNs0/TBe_D8oIv_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/k9a7VFTItj4/s72-c/500Hinter+den+Spiegeln_Mongolei.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792687217345609340.post-8878585931871893551</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-17T08:53:21.262-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cambodia, 1998: &quot;Please, Don&#39;t Forget Us!&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">

Phnom Penh in March 1998. The city was waiting, apprehensive. An election was coming up and people were worried it could turn ugly, as elections had before. Large parts of the country were still ruled by the Khmer Rouge. The railway was off-limits to foreigners, traveling overland by bus was ‚not advisable’ for most routes.

I was sitting on the balcony of the Foreign Correspondents Club, then </atom:summary><link>http://thejourneysrichjewels.blogspot.com/2010/06/please-dont-forget-cambodia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karin Nedela)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4NOCy7hFNs0/TBVMZMua7II/AAAAAAAAAFk/SLNKGRXqf4o/s72-c/PP_from_FCC.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792687217345609340.post-126935502777605231</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2010 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-17T08:56:10.888-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Battambang</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cambodia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">train travel</category><title>The Last Train in Cambodia</title><atom:summary type="text">

The train standing in Battambang Station was in a sorry state: the floor was full of holes and seemed to be held together only by rust and dirt, the few slatted seats were missing quite a lot of their slats, and the windows didn&#39;t have any glass in them. This last was probably for the better, because the smell in the carriage was bad, really bad. I mean really, really bad.

When the train left </atom:summary><link>http://thejourneysrichjewels.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-train-in-cambodia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karin Nedela)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4NOCy7hFNs0/TA1OJ_7QDjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OEo4FIw6IdU/s72-c/cambodia07_train_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792687217345609340.post-5908795094183862377</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 22:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-04T10:45:52.134-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perfekt moment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Venice</category><title>Venice loves me</title><atom:summary type="text">Perfect moments in travel. They are not as often as we would like, but they exist.The first time I came to Venice, I fell in love at first sight. With Venice. And Venice loved me back.I had taken the night-train to Italy. Sleeper-travel surely isn’t what it used to be, uncomfortable, no dining-car, not even heating. When I finally got to Venice I was freezing, hungry and tired. To delay the </atom:summary><link>http://thejourneysrichjewels.blogspot.com/2010/06/venice-loves-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karin Nedela)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4NOCy7hFNs0/TAk7I0HogNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SvfgJny3wu4/s72-c/Karin_Herz.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>