Farty pants Mitchell...

The past fortnight has involved more time on the internet than a 16 year old kid who has just discovered Pamela Anderson's home page. We have moved from Vancouver to Victoria on Vancouver Island and had heard that there was a tight rental market here in Victoria. We didn't expect it to be tighter than Michael Jackson's new face! So being the tight fisted son of a Scotsman (no offense Dad)... I booked Zoe and I into the cheapest room at Ocean Island Hostel in Victoria... it had no window and was so small that we couldn't fit our luggage properly into the room with us. The idea was spend a few days looking for a place, move in and bobs your uncle. No such luck.

If looks could kill... i'd be a dead man ten times over. Embarrassing to blog... but to make matters worse... our first involved me pumping out more gas than the State of California. It was awful. To Zoe's credit she didn't cry but came well close. I'm ashamed to say it but I was stinky...

I earned the nickname... "Farty Pants Mitchell". Thanks.

On that note... there was one American guy at the Hostel who smelt lik a walking dump site. Bloody awful. It was so bad that he often cleared out the kitchen, the bar and any room he frequented! It was one of those BO smells that stayed in your nose hairs. Naturally on several occasions I was standing underneath the cupboard he would have to reach into to get a bowl or plate. Disgusting. Everyone knew who he was and how bad he stank... he was always in the top three dinner time discussions. We met an awesome Kiwi bloke called Dave too. A teacher who is taking a years break to travel. One night I made reference to the smelly American bastard and to my astonishment Dave said... "Hey Bro he is in the same Dorm as me". Dave is a better man than me... I probably would have used my pillow in the middle of he night to cover the Stinky Yanky Pants face. Was gutted for Dave... terrible stench to have in your room. Enough! Enough about BO!

More updates soon!

Love Mitch and Zobo!