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	<title>Comments on: How Cigarettes Once Saved My Life</title>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://petercasier.be/writing/how-cigarettes-once-saved-my-life/comment-page-1/#comment-757</link>
		<dc:creator>Peter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 10:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Interesting story, Deborah! Some of my worst experiences with road safety were in India too..!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Interesting story, Deborah! Some of my worst experiences with road safety were in India too..!</p>
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		<title>By: Deborah</title>
		<link>http://petercasier.be/writing/how-cigarettes-once-saved-my-life/comment-page-1/#comment-755</link>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 03:57:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I loved this story, quite scary. I&#039;ve had a few interesting stories like this while adventuring around the globe.  I got to India one morning and at the Dehli airport young boys ask if you want a ride other than the taxi or bus to get you to your hotel. I signed up for the cheapest (2Rupees) and had to wait for 2 hours for someone to wake a driver to take three of us to town. There was me, a 28 year old woman, a Philipino younger guy and a guy my age from Japan. No one spoke english but me. After the bus took off we got near the airport exit, and the bus broke down, the bus driver motioned that we needed to get out and push, I said I&#039;ll pop the clutch and he can push with the other two. Right after i did it (from the wrong side for me) the driver insisted on taking control of the bus while I was driving.  He sat right in my lap and took over while I got out from under him and took my seat. I eventually got to the hotel and got into a car accident the next two days in a row with a driver that had narcolepcy, but that&#039;s another story for another day.  &lt;br/&gt;PS I trade cigarettes for other useful stuff I need and they work all over the world.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I loved this story, quite scary. I&#8217;ve had a few interesting stories like this while adventuring around the globe.  I got to India one morning and at the Dehli airport young boys ask if you want a ride other than the taxi or bus to get you to your hotel. I signed up for the cheapest (2Rupees) and had to wait for 2 hours for someone to wake a driver to take three of us to town. There was me, a 28 year old woman, a Philipino younger guy and a guy my age from Japan. No one spoke english but me. After the bus took off we got near the airport exit, and the bus broke down, the bus driver motioned that we needed to get out and push, I said I&#8217;ll pop the clutch and he can push with the other two. Right after i did it (from the wrong side for me) the driver insisted on taking control of the bus while I was driving.  He sat right in my lap and took over while I got out from under him and took my seat. I eventually got to the hotel and got into a car accident the next two days in a row with a driver that had narcolepcy, but that&#8217;s another story for another day.  <br />PS I trade cigarettes for other useful stuff I need and they work all over the world.</p>
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		<title>By: Water Damage</title>
		<link>http://petercasier.be/writing/how-cigarettes-once-saved-my-life/comment-page-1/#comment-726</link>
		<dc:creator>Water Damage</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 13:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This was a fantastic story, but totally believable! I have been camping on the Tennessee river and have even had a few hairy experiences there myself. Camping takes on a life of its own sometimes and you can never know what to expect!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This was a fantastic story, but totally believable! I have been camping on the Tennessee river and have even had a few hairy experiences there myself. Camping takes on a life of its own sometimes and you can never know what to expect!</p>
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		<title>By: Peter Casier</title>
		<link>http://petercasier.be/writing/how-cigarettes-once-saved-my-life/comment-page-1/#comment-217</link>
		<dc:creator>Peter Casier</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks for your reaction... Hmmm, good question &quot;Why I put myself through all of that?&quot;...&lt;br/&gt;For the challenge, for the kicks, to find my boundaries. Yeah, sure.. But also: there &#039;on the edge&#039; lays the lands of beauty. The unchartered territory of beautiful sunsets in a totally unspoiled environment, where I can sit, and just dream... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;p.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi,</p>
<p>Thanks for your reaction&#8230; Hmmm, good question &#8220;Why I put myself through all of that?&#8221;&#8230;<br />For the challenge, for the kicks, to find my boundaries. Yeah, sure.. But also: there &#8216;on the edge&#8217; lays the lands of beauty. The unchartered territory of beautiful sunsets in a totally unspoiled environment, where I can sit, and just dream&#8230; </p>
<p>p.</p>
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		<title>By: Used vans girl</title>
		<link>http://petercasier.be/writing/how-cigarettes-once-saved-my-life/comment-page-1/#comment-213</link>
		<dc:creator>Used vans girl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 07:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That is a fantastic story, like something out of a film.. All I can say is why do you put yourself through it all?  Not only could you have drowned but even worse you could have been shark fodder at what point are you going to say enough is enough!  I do envy your bravery and sense of adventure though and wish I had a fraction of the courage you have then I guess I would feel like I could achieve anything.  Very inspiring....but foolish. Thanks for sharing the story.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is a fantastic story, like something out of a film.. All I can say is why do you put yourself through it all?  Not only could you have drowned but even worse you could have been shark fodder at what point are you going to say enough is enough!  I do envy your bravery and sense of adventure though and wish I had a fraction of the courage you have then I guess I would feel like I could achieve anything.  Very inspiring&#8230;.but foolish. Thanks for sharing the story.</p>
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