<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/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:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:28:07.283-08:00</updated><category term='Ryan vacation'/><category term='Birthdays...'/><category term='xmas'/><category term='Juno&apos;s'/><category term='RTWT09'/><category term='London'/><category term='Victoria'/><category term='NYE'/><category term='Family and friends'/><category term='concerts'/><title type='text'>On the road with mitchNzobo</title><subtitle type='html'>One married couple, one Macbook computer, one blogspot, one more thing to log into. It is one thing we love doing so you can stay up to date!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-4382194454636564787</id><published>2009-11-11T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:51:59.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>Bonfire, bon appetit but no bon bons</title><content type='html'>Remember remember the 5th of November. This weekend just past Fumbles and I made our way to Dorking for an over night stay in the east wing of Mole Cottage. Again it was a first class stay courtesy of Uncle John and Auntie Sue. Superb even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Svsn7ItfNlI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/-S6GP3k7X4I/s1600-h/PICT0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Svsn7ItfNlI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/-S6GP3k7X4I/s200/PICT0138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402956074865079890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event: 'Brockham Bonfire Night' just outside of Dorking in Surrey. Also known as the "plasma belt". I love a name that lives up to expectations. On Bonfire night you get to watch a big pile of sticks burn on a cold night. The simple things in life...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although fireworks can be quite explosive I find them quite reflective. You find yourself thinking of the last time you watched fireworks, who you were watching them with, what are those people doing and how can you buy fireworks on the street without getting arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Johnathon and his loverly wife Harriet also made an appearance. The first time I have seen Johnathon for 20 years and the first time we had met Harriet. We also met some family friends from way back. A warm and fuzzy night indeed for 2 kids giving the big bad world a red hot crack. We want to have Bonfire Night every weekend! A top night all round. The only negative is that most of us had our legs enthusiastically humped by Beamish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SvstVVhywGI/AAAAAAAAFYY/y5qEOoSd4BY/s1600-h/beamish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SvstVVhywGI/AAAAAAAAFYY/y5qEOoSd4BY/s200/beamish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402962022540427362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to understand the leg humping thing from a dogs perspective... Maybe the contours of my leg resemble a beautiful dog... I mean... If a dogs mid thigh looked like this... I'd hump it too... enthusiastically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SvsvCXdmRxI/AAAAAAAAFYg/1vgpCUWvX9o/s1600-h/doggybag24006_228x374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SvsvCXdmRxI/AAAAAAAAFYg/1vgpCUWvX9o/s200/doggybag24006_228x374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402963895665444626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More blogity blogs to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Fumbles xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-4382194454636564787?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4382194454636564787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=4382194454636564787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/4382194454636564787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/4382194454636564787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/11/bonfire-bon-appetit-but-no-bon-bons.html' title='Bonfire, bon appetit but no bon bons'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Svsn7ItfNlI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/-S6GP3k7X4I/s72-c/PICT0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-8220976983431680477</id><published>2009-09-10T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:15:01.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Stranger danger...</title><content type='html'>The Tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great way to get from A to B in London. It's also a great way to get from B to O. More often than not the Underground is warm. I imagine it would be similar to standing in a fan forced oven... whilst someone opens and closes the door every so often. Therefore, if you are in the wrong place at the wrong time your face may or may not be jammed into someone's arm pit at the wrong end of the day. Stranger danger has taken on a whole new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SqjmQBLIypI/AAAAAAAAFWw/KkqiFsz_Iu0/s1600-h/tubepackedST_415x275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SqjmQBLIypI/AAAAAAAAFWw/KkqiFsz_Iu0/s200/tubepackedST_415x275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379802917761501842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Token tourist shot 1... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sqjnub8HdHI/AAAAAAAAFW4/jRf7FswEMNQ/s1600-h/PICT0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sqjnub8HdHI/AAAAAAAAFW4/jRf7FswEMNQ/s200/PICT0236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379804539853960306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Token tourist shot 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SqjogU9siWI/AAAAAAAAFXA/R6kdGQ2xJDA/s1600-h/PICT0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SqjogU9siWI/AAAAAAAAFXA/R6kdGQ2xJDA/s200/PICT0257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379805396974995810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite term to describe a busy tube... 'Rammed'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do so many people run to catch trains on the Underground? Running to A). Catch a train, B). Go to the toilet, C). Wash face after breathing armpit air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I try not to think about on the Tube. Did someone just fart? How many hands have touched this hand rail today? What were those hands doing before they touched this hand rail? Is that girl wearing Jimmy Choo's? Did I leave the iron on? How many people in this carriage left their irons on? Do they have irons? If someone sneezes on a train traveling at 70 km/h will someone else on a train traveling at 60 km/h be affected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see. Catching the tube can be somewhat overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Zobo xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-8220976983431680477?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8220976983431680477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=8220976983431680477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/8220976983431680477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/8220976983431680477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/09/stranger-danger.html' title='Stranger danger...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SqjmQBLIypI/AAAAAAAAFWw/KkqiFsz_Iu0/s72-c/tubepackedST_415x275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-2823849550576977114</id><published>2009-09-09T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T04:33:58.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Heathrow injection...</title><content type='html'>Last week we landed at Heathrow Airport, London. We were greeted by Uncle John, Auntie Sue and cousin Stu. That wasn't meant to rhyme but I'll claim it thank you very much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It means our time in Canada is done and it is amazing to be here in the UK. Don't get us wrong, Canada was great! Sometimes though you just have to move on. It's like when you have a dishwasher. You know the one... it's efficient, gets the job done, occasionally there will be a spot of food on a fork... but it's a reliable source of cleanliness. However, after so many washes and a few years it starts to smell funny when you open the door. Kind of like a worn shoe with a lingering smell of garlic. So you have to buy a new dishwasher. That was Canada for us in the end. A smelly dishwasher that needed replacing. We mean that in the nicest possible way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So for the next few years we will be here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sqgma-7a0cI/AAAAAAAAFVY/YUgiGhTc_8I/s1600-h/PICT0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sqgma-7a0cI/AAAAAAAAFVY/YUgiGhTc_8I/s200/PICT0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379591999904731586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sqgm5MkuVkI/AAAAAAAAFVg/T7Wj6zl38vg/s1600-h/PICT0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sqgm5MkuVkI/AAAAAAAAFVg/T7Wj6zl38vg/s200/PICT0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379592518963713602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here in Dorking having a cheeky beer with Uncle John and Auntie Sue in the sun room behind their cottage... We stayed here for our first week. We cannot thank John and Sue enough. It was brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SqgnKg927_I/AAAAAAAAFVo/yNDp7VQGgj0/s1600-h/PICT0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SqgnKg927_I/AAAAAAAAFVo/yNDp7VQGgj0/s200/PICT0138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379592816495620082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The who's, what's, where's and why's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where:&lt;/span&gt; We are living and playing "Spot the Aussie's" in Fulham. A great place to live that is also full of Australians... hmmm... Meeting a fellow Aussie overseas is an interesting experience... Some will become lifelong friends, others you will add to facebook and never speak to again, many will request your friendship on facebook only to be declined and you will avoid them like that really annoying guy or girl you went to high school with... the one who you see at the pub Saturday nights, at the shops, on the bus... thinking... "World, why are you against me?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who's:&lt;/span&gt; Sharing a terrace flat with two awesome girls from England, Suzie and Abi. Suzie works in PR and Abi is a Magazine Editor. We are really happy with our flat mates... Although not really believing in a higher power we are thanking the lord we didn't end up with a South African or German backpacker. We lived with a German backpacker once in Canada. Her name was Anika. She stole the fun stick from the house and our lives. I personally think she ate it, swallowed it whole. German fun hater. So we have a new fun stick! It's bright with pretty colours and sometimes lights up when things are going swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's:&lt;/span&gt; Zoe is back in the classroom where she belongs. Get ready for a fancy word. It's her vocation and she thoroughly deserves to be back doing what she loves. Simon... for the next 7 weeks I'll be the runner for a Silver River TV production for a BBC 2 show. I really know how to find the ladder and start climbing from the bottom. Looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why's:&lt;/span&gt; Why not really? It has been Zoe's lifelong dream to teach in the UK, the opportunity presented itself and the cards fell into place, it was a game of two halves and next week they'll be looking to create the same chances. Sorry... about halfway through the last sentence I realised that I sounded a lot like a football commentator, so I just went with it. The other reason for moving to London is because we found our new fun stick. We had to hide it from Anika. The German fun stick eater... or as we will now call her... "The Gerfunstimuncher". Kind of sounds like Shumacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to see and do, hopefully we can share it with you and we'll promise to try and blog as much as we can! Love you loads, miss you loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Zobo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SqgvBjlZn1I/AAAAAAAAFVw/Zv092vwwJ9g/s1600-h/PICT0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SqgvBjlZn1I/AAAAAAAAFVw/Zv092vwwJ9g/s200/PICT0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379601458672541522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final note: More photo's can be found here... A special mention for Cat and Stu! Thanks for taking us to the Notting Hill Carnival, some hilarious people watching was had... plus we didn't get stabbed.  &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/sjm.mitchell"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/sjm.mitchell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/sjm.mitchell"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-2823849550576977114?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2823849550576977114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=2823849550576977114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/2823849550576977114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/2823849550576977114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/09/heathrow-injection.html' title='Heathrow injection...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sqgma-7a0cI/AAAAAAAAFVY/YUgiGhTc_8I/s72-c/PICT0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-2992120316184799996</id><published>2009-07-24T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:37:13.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoria'/><title type='text'>Ice wine...</title><content type='html'>One of the things Mum and Jackie wouldn't stop talking about in Kelowna is Ice Wine. What is ice wine? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_wine"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; read that... &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_wine"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_wine&lt;/a&gt; I wouldn't do it justice... The Mum's bought some Ice Wine and we were saving it for a wee toast in Victoria... It was time to leave Kelowna. We had a decent 5 hour drive with a ferry ride in between ahead of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving 'A View Of The Lake' in Kelowna was hard. What made it worse was the phone call we received two hours into the road trip to Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: "Congratulations you've called Mitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve: "Hi it's Steve from a view of the lake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Hey Steve what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "Just letting you know you left your box of alcohol behind... what should I do with it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert quick="" family="" discussion="" in="" the="" people="" mover=""&gt;(Insert quick family discussion in the people mover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Steve we all think you should enjoy it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contents of said box... Half bottle of Glayva, two bottles of Kelowna white wine, one bottle of Kelowna red wine, one bottle of the rare and much hyped ice wine and several bottles of beer. Steve had scored himself a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were gutted... all we wanted to do that night was chillax in Victoria with some Ice Wine. Wasn't meant to be. I tried to feel intelligent after that by reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoHoDHJBzI/AAAAAAAAFHk/aL3J7bcTvTg/s1600-h/PICT5586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoHoDHJBzI/AAAAAAAAFHk/aL3J7bcTvTg/s200/PICT5586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362106690949416754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the top five things to do in BC is jump on the ferry to Victoria to see the Ferries pass each other in "Active Pass". I could think of a better top 5 but whatever. It is kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoIQ4gmnII/AAAAAAAAFHs/RkfDorDI4tQ/s1600-h/PICT5594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoIQ4gmnII/AAAAAAAAFHs/RkfDorDI4tQ/s200/PICT5594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362107392478059650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RTWT09 team got in a good wave. It is a stunning ferry ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoIqHwJwlI/AAAAAAAAFH0/HKekFUzDg5k/s1600-h/PICT5599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoIqHwJwlI/AAAAAAAAFH0/HKekFUzDg5k/s200/PICT5599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362107826066539090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to Victoria and it was pishing down... all of the good weather we had in Kelowna had dried up. We settled for dinner at Maudes Pub down the road from where Mitch and Fumbles live and found that in Mitch's beer the foam kind of looked like Australia... we'd had a few beers at that stage mind you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoJcyjyYjI/AAAAAAAAFIE/M8NOxTTSotY/s1600-h/PICT5604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoJcyjyYjI/AAAAAAAAFIE/M8NOxTTSotY/s200/PICT5604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362108696550859314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoJcu1emuI/AAAAAAAAFH8/ptM0u8fOa-I/s1600-h/PICT5607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoJcu1emuI/AAAAAAAAFH8/ptM0u8fOa-I/s200/PICT5607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362108695551318754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't however even come close to Anna and John's freaky Milo induced map of Oz in Vancouver last year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoKqvrokII/AAAAAAAAFIM/tRIS-Gq1l18/s1600-h/DSC01824.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoKqvrokII/AAAAAAAAFIM/tRIS-Gq1l18/s200/DSC01824.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362110035808260226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop that Captain James Cook that Milo map of Australia is better than your first two attempts at mapping Newfoundland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plans for Victoria the next day was a trip to the world renowned Butchart Gardens... a very cool place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M xo&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-2992120316184799996?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2992120316184799996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=2992120316184799996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/2992120316184799996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/2992120316184799996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-wine.html' title='Ice wine...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SmoHoDHJBzI/AAAAAAAAFHk/aL3J7bcTvTg/s72-c/PICT5586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-1564103155331697852</id><published>2009-06-14T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:58:04.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RTWT09'/><title type='text'>Kelowna</title><content type='html'>Day one involved a $65 flight from Victoria to Kelowna... bargain... looking back we probably would've taken the flight even if we didn't need to go to Kelowna. Really, who does $65 flights. Heart you Westjet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time of the said Westjet flight RTWT09 were en-route from Banff to meet us in Kelowna, naturally Mitch and Fumbles arrived with no plans for the 4 hours before the RTWT09 ETA... how is that for some abbreviating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end we had some breakfast by the lake and lazed about until the parentals rocked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjXnRuqtyrI/AAAAAAAAD6o/PqbGQjJ_iUY/s1600-h/PICT5539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjXnRuqtyrI/AAAAAAAAD6o/PqbGQjJ_iUY/s200/PICT5539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347434424343317170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Jackie being the holiday hunters they are found the most incredible B&amp;B! A view of the lake.... &lt;a href="http://aviewofthelake.com/home.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view uh-mazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjXsYiftjsI/AAAAAAAAD6w/Js7ZskH1xqo/s1600-h/PICT5544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjXsYiftjsI/AAAAAAAAD6w/Js7ZskH1xqo/s200/PICT5544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347440038893162178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made Kelowna a 10/10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights included the goats cheese on day two, breakfast cooked by Steve the B &amp; B owner, a cheeky game of Domino's with Dad and the weather was outstanding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights included having to leave another day would have been great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-1564103155331697852?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1564103155331697852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=1564103155331697852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1564103155331697852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1564103155331697852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/kelowna.html' title='Kelowna'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjXnRuqtyrI/AAAAAAAAD6o/PqbGQjJ_iUY/s72-c/PICT5539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-5131694640647443795</id><published>2009-06-13T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:21:43.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RTWT09'/><title type='text'>RTWT09</title><content type='html'>Round The World Tour 2009 (RTWT09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like kids waiting for Santa to come on Xmas eve... Meeting Mum and Dad for the first time in over a year was awesome! To have best friends Harry and Jackie there as well... double awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNje_N7nEI/AAAAAAAADzo/AuwyrCQJk74/s1600-h/P5040883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNje_N7nEI/AAAAAAAADzo/AuwyrCQJk74/s200/P5040883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346726566636002370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to blog about... so little of your reading time... or at least your attention. Don't worry I do it too. I start reading someone's blog in earnest and then I start to skim read faster than an autistic kid who is the worlds fastest skim reader. Except I take none of it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will direct you here &lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.ca/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.ca/sjm.mitchell/HolidaysWithRTW09?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sg2Sqca6_RE/AAAAAAAADxk/WOVlWFev63M/s160-c/HolidaysWithRTW09.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.ca/sjm.mitchell/HolidaysWithRTW09?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Holidays with RTW09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures tell a thousand words or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will break down the RTWT09 visit into some mirco blogs because I like to make things difficult for myself. Sorry I like to make the blog easy to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing catch up on a lot of stuff. Sorry for being so slack. I blame Zoe because she is sleeping and is defenseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNlkW3EcZI/AAAAAAAAD0M/iww7PO3osnY/s1600-h/PICT5912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNlkW3EcZI/AAAAAAAAD0M/iww7PO3osnY/s200/PICT5912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346728857905164690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Fumbles xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-5131694640647443795?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5131694640647443795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=5131694640647443795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/5131694640647443795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/5131694640647443795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/rtwt09.html' title='RTWT09'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNje_N7nEI/AAAAAAAADzo/AuwyrCQJk74/s72-c/P5040883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-1192110785126349818</id><published>2009-06-13T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:22:31.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>The Killers</title><content type='html'>Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like free tickets to 'The Killers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNf-Gjb-PI/AAAAAAAADzQ/2-R5se6ge5E/s1600-h/PICT5491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNf-Gjb-PI/AAAAAAAADzQ/2-R5se6ge5E/s200/PICT5491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346722703134685426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were tops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNgQoFmYfI/AAAAAAAADzY/7RAjEmWfNHg/s1600-h/PICT5476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNgQoFmYfI/AAAAAAAADzY/7RAjEmWfNHg/s200/PICT5476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346723021373989362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also tops was the celery and dip in the Kool FM box. It was dippity goodness. There was no double dipping in play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNguH3KaVI/AAAAAAAADzg/OGKF-rmk5ao/s1600-h/PICT5478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNguH3KaVI/AAAAAAAADzg/OGKF-rmk5ao/s200/PICT5478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346723528119576914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this pigeon dance from Stevie Kidd on the dance floor in any given night club, Adelaide circa 2002. I have been perfecting it ever since. It is a hit with my Canadian work mates. Thanks Stevie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-1192110785126349818?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1192110785126349818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=1192110785126349818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1192110785126349818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1192110785126349818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/killers.html' title='The Killers'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNf-Gjb-PI/AAAAAAAADzQ/2-R5se6ge5E/s72-c/PICT5491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-1159559565592083471</id><published>2009-06-13T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:57:11.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>New Skids On Your Jocks</title><content type='html'>Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like free tickets to New Kids on The Block?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss at the time was so obsessed with NKOTB and Joey McIntyre that it was hard not to be swept along with the hype...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNYWae-61I/AAAAAAAADy4/fPSYA9k-9X4/s1600-h/PICT5443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNYWae-61I/AAAAAAAADy4/fPSYA9k-9X4/s200/PICT5443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346714324708551506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Ceara reviewing the photo of her meet and greet with Joey before the concert... during the concert. Obsessed and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNY_X4HelI/AAAAAAAADzA/kQgAqo9lrEA/s1600-h/PICT5444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNY_X4HelI/AAAAAAAADzA/kQgAqo9lrEA/s200/PICT5444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346715028383300178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a New Kids On The Block concert in Canada was one of those surreal travel moments... It was no watching the sun rise at the Taj Mahal whilst trekking through India moment but... It was interesting to watch 5 guys pushing 40 strut their stuff... and strut they could. It was actually pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the night... watching the crazy Mums going banana's over the New Kids... hilarious. Picture seagulls to a solitary chip at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNbgUSbyNI/AAAAAAAADzI/E8uH5Tf7U_E/s1600-h/1441277_197913_acf6620757_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNbgUSbyNI/AAAAAAAADzI/E8uH5Tf7U_E/s200/1441277_197913_acf6620757_p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346717793378879698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks crazy dirty thirties... thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Fumbles xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-1159559565592083471?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1159559565592083471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=1159559565592083471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1159559565592083471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1159559565592083471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-skids-on-your-jocks.html' title='New Skids On Your Jocks'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SjNYWae-61I/AAAAAAAADy4/fPSYA9k-9X4/s72-c/PICT5443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-995278551645173265</id><published>2009-06-13T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:31:13.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juno&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Juno Adventure</title><content type='html'>Canada's music industries night of nights is called the "Juno's".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I got to work the red carpet at the said night of nights. Vancouver is Michael Buble's home town. When I told Nanna that I may meet Michael she challenged me to grab his arse. Not being one to turn down challenges... I accepted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wait a whole hour and a half just to get to the point of sighting the boob and he was being rushed through as the last red  carpet guest... It was hectic and I had to go beyond my own comfort zone to get his attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c413ef54fb34d9a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c413ef54fb34d9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329932960%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76D705D0412F12EF96D80467EA6643020292087.64FCC8F7957E1894F0A460D82FD0F1A65E41EDF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c413ef54fb34d9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCTKpVwJgegeZ7yvWbYH1d3Ol1uA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c413ef54fb34d9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329932960%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76D705D0412F12EF96D80467EA6643020292087.64FCC8F7957E1894F0A460D82FD0F1A65E41EDF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c413ef54fb34d9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCTKpVwJgegeZ7yvWbYH1d3Ol1uA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record he has the perfect balance of firmness and supplenesss... in his left cheek anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-995278551645173265?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3c413ef54fb34d9a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/995278551645173265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=995278551645173265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/995278551645173265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/995278551645173265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/juno-adventure.html' title='Juno Adventure'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-7119832834054662011</id><published>2009-03-16T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:29:03.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan vacation'/><title type='text'>I wanna take you to a gay bar and spend all your money...</title><content type='html'>After Banff we spent a few days in Van Van with Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned a few things which were really looking forward to. Going to Lynn Valley to see the suspension bridge and also heading to Grouse Mountain to do the Grouse Grind... Ryan had already been to Lynn Valley and the Grouse Grind was closed for winter. Mitch and Fumbles... the worlds worst travelers... and planners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it was a good thing because we got to spend more time just catching up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Scb85w90IUI/AAAAAAAADiM/kqDmU--Z8cs/s1600-h/PICT5259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Scb85w90IUI/AAAAAAAADiM/kqDmU--Z8cs/s200/PICT5259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316214479484363074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking the Seawall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Scb85UQolhI/AAAAAAAADiE/v44_srnUros/s1600-h/PICT5255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Scb85UQolhI/AAAAAAAADiE/v44_srnUros/s200/PICT5255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316214471778670098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Scb86TGGhAI/AAAAAAAADiU/q6JWrh6aX_4/s1600-h/PICT5262.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Scb86TGGhAI/AAAAAAAADiU/q6JWrh6aX_4/s200/PICT5262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316214488645927938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan saying goodbye to Zoe for who know's how long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Chris really liked the service at a place called Earls. Like they seriously liked the service. They spent a possible 7 days out of 10 at Earls. Sorry we wrote service... we meant servers... Hello ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SccBrAha8fI/AAAAAAAADic/Pvt8mqwxKKI/s1600-h/PICT5274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SccBrAha8fI/AAAAAAAADic/Pvt8mqwxKKI/s200/PICT5274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316219723520340466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fell in love several times... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four days in Vancouver could also be compared to an Olympic event. Foosball, pool, beer, bowling, golf, beer and more foosball. It was quite epic. We had a years worth of matey stuff to do. Although I did let Australia down as far as consumption of alcohol. An example of this is not re-calling when and where this photo was taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SccDmXWvtII/AAAAAAAADik/YATnuE97YnU/s1600-h/PICT5281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SccDmXWvtII/AAAAAAAADik/YATnuE97YnU/s200/PICT5281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316221842773488770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the above photo's you may find facial hair on Chris... this got him into some trouble... or you may even call it good times... You decide after the explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their last night in Canada Mitch kindly agreed to go along to 'Straight night' at Celebrities with Ryan and Chris... Celebrities by the way is the biggest gay bar in Vancouver. Ryan and Chris may argue that it was more of a group decision to head along to Celebrities however, Mitch was just a willing participant in what was going to tragically be my last night with best mate Ryan in potentially a long time. To get me across Chris and Ryan played me this song from their iPods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTN6Du3MCgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTN6Du3MCgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that song was catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this story is dragging on. The line up to the said gay bar it was cold, long, nerve wrecking and a tinge exciting. We were all entering a gay bar for the first time (that I knew of anyway)... on straight night I might add too. Chris was edgy.. the kind of I don't want to enter but this is awesome edgy. That was the moment he was hit on. Insert the friendliest, funniest, raging homosexual I have yet to meet. "Hello there handsome... ooh facial hair... that is going to get you plenty of attention in there'. Waa haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was loud, obnoxius, fun and altogether the weirdest way to spend my last night with Ryan and Chris... one to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite part of the night: Paying three dollars per scotch and dry because the bar tender fancied me! Woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, great to see Ryan, great to meet Chris, great to witness Chris getting hit on in the line up to Celebrities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Fumbles ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-7119832834054662011?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7119832834054662011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=7119832834054662011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/7119832834054662011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/7119832834054662011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-take-you-to-gay-bar-and-spend.html' title='I wanna take you to a gay bar and spend all your money...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Scb85w90IUI/AAAAAAAADiM/kqDmU--Z8cs/s72-c/PICT5259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-3756349102394714333</id><published>2009-03-16T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:39:58.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banff</title><content type='html'>Mitch and Fumbles the worlds worst travelers planned a trip to Banff to meet best mate Ryan and make new friends with Emma and Kade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally this journey started off with an early start. Our flight from Victoria to Calgary was leaving @ 9.25 am. We had booked an airport shuttle to pick us up @ 7:20 am. Given the fact we hadn't finished packing by 2:30 am in the morning, we did a fantastic job of getting to the pick up location @ 7:15 am. Well played Mitch and Fumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were however let down by the Airporter... it failed to pick us up. At 7:40 it was panic stations. This can't be happening. For once we were on time and Zoe hadn't dropped anything on the way here. One quick phone call to the company and one quick argument won by Mitch meant a taxi was on the way. Despite the fact the Airporter employee hung up on Mitch they did cover the difference between a taxi fare and the cost of the Airporter. Happy outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving in Calgary we made it to Banff via another airporter which took roughly two and a half hours. Zoe 'sleeps on public transport' Noonan slept most of the way. Thanks to the driver some interesting facts about the Rockies and Banff were learnt. Can I remember those now. No. Wait... Some parts of Brokeback Mountain were filmed near Banff. So now when I think of Banff and the Rockies I think Gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPJPPAcLsI/AAAAAAAADhU/wJS0s3r3LjY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPJPPAcLsI/AAAAAAAADhU/wJS0s3r3LjY/s200/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315313248790916802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though this is some amazing scenery from that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9OYD5f5UpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9OYD5f5UpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jake and Heath. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to back... sorry back to Banff. We made some bloody fantastic friends in Banff called Emma and Kade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPKyIgMqoI/AAAAAAAADhc/RviWD1oOh3s/s1600-h/PICT5251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPKyIgMqoI/AAAAAAAADhc/RviWD1oOh3s/s200/PICT5251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315314947852118658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma and Kade are awesome. You know when you meet people and you feel like.... I wish we had been friends for years already because I feel like I have missed out on being friends with you. That's what they are like. Zoe and Emma. Kindred spirits. They like milka, they like the same tv shows, Zoe is called Fumbles and Emma is called Sir Stacks a lot. Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;We stayed with them for 5 days and we had the best time. So thanks to Emma and Kade for putting us up. Also to Rich and Linda their housemates for having us as well. Another top shelf couple! The late night group chats and laughs was just wha Zoe and Mitch needed. Emma and Kade are about to embark on the next leg of their journey which involves Hawaii and being in the Ellen audience! Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPMSL8aFwI/AAAAAAAADhk/JnBq0wobItw/s1600-h/PICT5081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPMSL8aFwI/AAAAAAAADhk/JnBq0wobItw/s200/PICT5081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315316598043186946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with Ryan was superb! Often all you see is smiles and good reports of what we are doing over here. It has been cold this winter and it has been a downer. Both Fumbles and Mitch have been homesick over winter and at times it is hard to keep our end goals in sight. Victoria has been especially hard for Fumbles with the teaching side of things not working out. So a break in one of the most beautiful places in Canada and the excitement of meeting one of our best friends was so exciting and too hard to put into words... but I will try. You know when you are so excited or nervous or happy about something and you almost pee your pants...Yes? Well that's what it was like. Ryan was also traveling with his work mate Chris who is a really nice guy... his facial hair made him popular in a nightclub line up... but that story is for another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both only 26 but it gets to a stage where you realise that many people come and go through your life and people like Ryan don't come around very often. Let alone come to Canada... geez why does it have to be so far away! You are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPO8JNxqXI/AAAAAAAADh0/qzmezVwvM0Y/s1600-h/PICT5087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPO8JNxqXI/AAAAAAAADh0/qzmezVwvM0Y/s200/PICT5087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315319517888489842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPO7k5RQvI/AAAAAAAADhs/U5gfD1zHYJM/s1600-h/PICT5074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPO7k5RQvI/AAAAAAAADhs/U5gfD1zHYJM/s200/PICT5074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315319508138803954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took so many photo's in Banff and you can see them on our Picasa page, I may have sent this to you via email as well... if I didn't... awkward! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the trip: Catching up with Ryan, meeting Emma, Kade, Linda and Richard, a day at Sunshine Village getting to see where Anna and John lived last year and not getting mauled and eaten by a cougar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights: The cold... minus 18... are you serious, not staying longer, dry skin and chapped lips and flying back to Victoria sucked the big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPQ7C3KhtI/AAAAAAAADh8/6uFce3jbQmE/s1600-h/PICT5152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPQ7C3KhtI/AAAAAAAADh8/6uFce3jbQmE/s200/PICT5152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315321698026424018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the best time and the break was awesome and much needed! Bring on Mum, Dad, Harry and Jackie in May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Fumbles xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-3756349102394714333?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3756349102394714333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=3756349102394714333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3756349102394714333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3756349102394714333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/banff.html' title='Banff'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/ScPJPPAcLsI/AAAAAAAADhU/wJS0s3r3LjY/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-8664157639321325329</id><published>2009-03-03T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:36:05.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donovan Frankereiter... wow!</title><content type='html'>Last night at Element we were lucky enough to go and see Donovan Frankenreiter, his band and Gary Jules as special guest. What a treat. Some of you may not know Donovan Frankenreiter others will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oEyOtme8Swg/Sa2gp4ZpEcI/AAAAAAAAALM/2ngJFX4dvKY/s1600-h/PICT5297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309076177114698178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oEyOtme8Swg/Sa2gp4ZpEcI/AAAAAAAAALM/2ngJFX4dvKY/s320/PICT5297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it plainly this guy is the dude. He oozes talent and he also surfs. Dammit some people get all the skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know Donovan Frankenreiter here is a great song from him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzthzJ1mryU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzthzJ1mryU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Jules was also great to see... he is very funny and engaging with the audience. You may have heard his re-working of the Tears For Fears song Mad World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N3N1MlvVc4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N3N1MlvVc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 11 million hits on youtube... thanks for coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus he had a really cool jacket and hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oEyOtme8Swg/Sa2g3ej_HUI/AAAAAAAAALU/FSYxKBU0nYE/s1600-h/PICT5298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309076410696932674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oEyOtme8Swg/Sa2g3ej_HUI/AAAAAAAAALU/FSYxKBU0nYE/s320/PICT5298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite things about music is sense of place and time. Last night Donovan Frankenreiter played a song called 'Free'. This was the song that was played right at the end of our wedding ceremony. It was so good for Zoe and I to see him do that live. Sense of place and time! We were right back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7Xv4oHGUyw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7Xv4oHGUyw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't embed that video but it is worth watching because he does some cool surfing in it and the song features Jack Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quite frankly Donovan you are my hero and thanks for being so damn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Zobo xo&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7Xv4oHGUyw"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-8664157639321325329?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8664157639321325329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=8664157639321325329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/8664157639321325329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/8664157639321325329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/donovan-frankereiter-wow.html' title='Donovan Frankereiter... wow!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oEyOtme8Swg/Sa2gp4ZpEcI/AAAAAAAAALM/2ngJFX4dvKY/s72-c/PICT5297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-4061586164543962290</id><published>2009-02-28T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:05:27.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYE'/><title type='text'>NYE and a Polar Bear swim!</title><content type='html'>We had no plans for NYE in Victoria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We certainly wanted it to be a better one than last year on the Sunshine Coast sitting in the rain alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Mitch's work was throwing a party at one of the biggest joints in town... plans made... although he had to do a small bit of work for the evening. The NYE countdown for the dance floor in the night club... easy enough. The rest of the time it was on for young and old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaofFQL89_I/AAAAAAAADf8/GxaTkXQ-XDs/s1600-h/PICT4786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaofFQL89_I/AAAAAAAADf8/GxaTkXQ-XDs/s200/PICT4786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308089285914458098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaofE44fGVI/AAAAAAAADf0/hcnfD_QAxUM/s1600-h/PICT4773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaofE44fGVI/AAAAAAAADf0/hcnfD_QAxUM/s200/PICT4773.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308089279658793298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaofEvk024I/AAAAAAAADfs/CUGpuwszDTo/s1600-h/PICT4766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaofEvk024I/AAAAAAAADfs/CUGpuwszDTo/s200/PICT4766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308089277160414082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaofEqxlvSI/AAAAAAAADfk/tE9sbMRE9v0/s1600-h/PICT4763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaofEqxlvSI/AAAAAAAADfk/tE9sbMRE9v0/s200/PICT4763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308089275871771938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe flaked it pretty hard and a god cup of tea was needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the night... Mitch carrying Zoe into a pizza by the slice shop at 2am... In the line up a guy slipped over and Zoe could not stop laughing... uncontrollable laughter... the everybody is looking type laughter and please stop now Zoe. She was on top form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to be up the next day for a Polar Bear swim. What is a polar bear swim you say. Jumping in a freezing cold lake on New Years day... it was the 37th Annual Polar Bear Swim at Elk Lake... In the world of internet chat OMG (oh my god) was it cold!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sb_XtHflYaI/AAAAAAAADhM/950NZNIhOdM/s1600-h/PICT4800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sb_XtHflYaI/AAAAAAAADhM/950NZNIhOdM/s200/PICT4800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314203255426081186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sb_Xssm3xyI/AAAAAAAADhE/YW-rnjgMoUI/s1600-h/PICT4794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/Sb_Xssm3xyI/AAAAAAAADhE/YW-rnjgMoUI/s200/PICT4794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314203248208889634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not feel the toes for about half an hour afterwards. So glad it was done though. We had a crazy cab driver on the way out who we swear was going to drive us into the woods. But hey we are still here. Happy days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all Mitch and Fumbles xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-4061586164543962290?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4061586164543962290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=4061586164543962290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/4061586164543962290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/4061586164543962290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/02/nye-and-polar-bear-swim.html' title='NYE and a Polar Bear swim!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaofFQL89_I/AAAAAAAADf8/GxaTkXQ-XDs/s72-c/PICT4786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-3897957288274122525</id><published>2009-01-29T11:23:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:26:18.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><title type='text'>White Orphans Xmas!</title><content type='html'>For xmas we planned a trip to Van Van to have and Orphans Xmas with Kiah and Kasia. Our Australian buddies who are also from Adelaide, lived and worked at Hot 91 on the Sunshine Coast, moved to Canada and have also appeared in Adelaide Confidential several times. We have already established this in other blogs... but it is quite fun to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoOH40rb6I/AAAAAAAADeU/m1Z2fqLaUSM/s1600-h/PICT4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoOH40rb6I/AAAAAAAADeU/m1Z2fqLaUSM/s200/PICT4646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308070639484759970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite an amusing/draining trek on the bus, ferry, bus, bus transfer to new bus and then taxi to Kiah and Kasia's. We both had a back pack, extra bag and ski gear. After almost a year we still haven't learnt how to travel light. 'Mitch and Zobo' = Learn the hard way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a stack load of snow around xmas and it had also been snowing most of the day on xmas eve. Which meant travel time was way out of whack for everything... from our front door step to Kiah and Kasia's door step it took 5.5 hours. Wowser. Delighted to arrive to a cheeky beer is an understatement. An example of Vancouver's snow dump over the xmas period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoTrtfCfrI/AAAAAAAADe0/6z5iHP4YUak/s1600-h/PICT4620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoTrtfCfrI/AAAAAAAADe0/6z5iHP4YUak/s200/PICT4620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308076752474635954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No exit no kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoTrCbZ_MI/AAAAAAAADes/P4AAI3CUZ5w/s1600-h/PICT4680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoTrCbZ_MI/AAAAAAAADes/P4AAI3CUZ5w/s200/PICT4680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308076740916673730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might take the bus today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoTq9jL_rI/AAAAAAAADek/3guptX2VD7o/s1600-h/PICT4679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoTq9jL_rI/AAAAAAAADek/3guptX2VD7o/s200/PICT4679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308076739607133874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck digging that out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the four of us decided early in December that we would have a good orphans xmas and eat like Kings. K &amp; K did an amazing job of filling the fridge and cupboards of some great grub. We even had goats cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoQzB2Pz2I/AAAAAAAADec/w2Y8RxdAbl4/s1600-h/goat_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoQzB2Pz2I/AAAAAAAADec/w2Y8RxdAbl4/s200/goat_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308073579664887650" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food highlight... Kasia's beetroot dip... Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation highlight... Kiah's lack of bowel movements... We had all of this beautiful food and Kiah was feeling a little sick and very constipated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoWONpz4XI/AAAAAAAADe8/WITLr8iehV0/s1600-h/PICT4625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoWONpz4XI/AAAAAAAADe8/WITLr8iehV0/s200/PICT4625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308079544248557938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became every one's business when Kiah was trying to do his business... when he finally managed to get one away it was met with plenty of cheering and it was quite an emotional moment on day four of our stay... he had quite the catching up to do with beverage and food consumption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun highlight... The purchase of a $6 round plastic toboggan! Well played Kiah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoYwlk2vPI/AAAAAAAADfE/nfYFFKOxj9Y/s1600-h/PICT4608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoYwlk2vPI/AAAAAAAADfE/nfYFFKOxj9Y/s200/PICT4608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308082333809032434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present highlight.. The radio DJ game... too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoaiApjKQI/AAAAAAAADfM/pfaZL_suG8s/s1600-h/PICT4644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoaiApjKQI/AAAAAAAADfM/pfaZL_suG8s/s200/PICT4644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308084282401696002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity highlight... Hitting Cypress Mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaobYVxXHRI/AAAAAAAADfU/i13i6ldysgw/s1600-h/PICT4709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaobYVxXHRI/AAAAAAAADfU/i13i6ldysgw/s200/PICT4709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308085215784541458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very huge thanks to Kiah and Kasia for having us over Xmas it was our first one over seas and it meant a lot to spend it with dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaocStMpC3I/AAAAAAAADfc/VbzR662k2v8/s1600-h/PICT4648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaocStMpC3I/AAAAAAAADfc/VbzR662k2v8/s200/PICT4648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308086218505390962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a happy holidays! Mitch n Zobo xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-3897957288274122525?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3897957288274122525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=3897957288274122525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3897957288274122525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3897957288274122525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/01/white-xmas_29.html' title='White Orphans Xmas!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SaoOH40rb6I/AAAAAAAADeU/m1Z2fqLaUSM/s72-c/PICT4646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-5646563941236706377</id><published>2009-01-20T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:40:33.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays...'/><title type='text'>A wittle secret...</title><content type='html'>On Fumbles birthday I set her up on a date with a guy called Buster. You can see him below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXbPCVI7BsI/AAAAAAAAC00/1cxGUnes5dA/s1600-h/PICT4429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXbPCVI7BsI/AAAAAAAAC00/1cxGUnes5dA/s200/PICT4429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293646050961852098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has some great qualities. He is a good worker, shows affection, can carry a good load and he can take you places. The one downfall... when he poo's it is pretty much at eye line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked Fumbles a horse and carriage ride around the capital regional district of British Columbia. A fancy way of saying the city of Victoria. It was very cold but very lovely. It was kind of misty which made it really special too. So given that Zoe was having a hard time with finding full time teaching work it was a welcome suprise and a Happy Birthday to someone who deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXbRQW3JaXI/AAAAAAAAC1E/TtlNIL-0Rg4/s1600-h/PICT4441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXbRQW3JaXI/AAAAAAAAC1E/TtlNIL-0Rg4/s200/PICT4441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293648490965592434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXbRQFqgv9I/AAAAAAAAC08/-Y9-zQW2_Pc/s1600-h/PICT4425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXbRQFqgv9I/AAAAAAAAC08/-Y9-zQW2_Pc/s200/PICT4425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293648486349193170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she can pay me back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Fumbles xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-5646563941236706377?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5646563941236706377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=5646563941236706377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/5646563941236706377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/5646563941236706377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wittle-secret.html' title='A wittle secret...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXbPCVI7BsI/AAAAAAAAC00/1cxGUnes5dA/s72-c/PICT4429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-8449030586741145769</id><published>2009-01-19T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:25:44.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More blogging to come but this was a great moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over xmas fumbles and I went to Vancouver to spend some time with Kiah, Kasia, Astrid and Cathal. We went up Cypress Mountain on Boxing day and we bumped into high school friend Chris Slack. Happy days. It was very random and very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXQ-PJaRvwI/AAAAAAAACyk/1jG_0cjz7Fs/s1600-h/PICT4701.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXQ-PJaRvwI/AAAAAAAACyk/1jG_0cjz7Fs/s320/PICT4701.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Fumbles. xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-8449030586741145769?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8449030586741145769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=8449030586741145769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/8449030586741145769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/8449030586741145769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXQ-PJaRvwI/AAAAAAAACyk/1jG_0cjz7Fs/s72-c/PICT4701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-80387111136169030</id><published>2009-01-17T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:01:52.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment...</title><content type='html'>Ok so this blog has had some seri-arse neglect. Much like this house... just to help with the sensation you feel or perceive when you hear the word neglect, this random house is included in our blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXJ99ZG4vpI/AAAAAAAACxs/xdW3TuQr6JE/s1600-h/Demolition-by-Neglect-742744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXJ99ZG4vpI/AAAAAAAACxs/xdW3TuQr6JE/s200/Demolition-by-Neglect-742744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292431005779017362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or... you could say something like this. Our blog is like Kevin Costner's career. Underachieving, neglected and like a pavlova. Looks good from the outside but once you see what is inside there is no substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXJ-iPTFuwI/AAAAAAAACx0/rg5h1WKAx94/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXJ-iPTFuwI/AAAAAAAACx0/rg5h1WKAx94/s200/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292431638801005314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang... did you hear that? It was the sound of hitting a nail on the head. Thanks career of Kevin Costner. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies if you have randomly stopped by and been disappointed by the lack of activity on our travel blog. A few updates are to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to you all, merry belated xmas, happy new year and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch N Zobo xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXJ_YtNRKxI/AAAAAAAACx8/xkNz3vsBCiQ/s1600-h/PICT4453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXJ_YtNRKxI/AAAAAAAACx8/xkNz3vsBCiQ/s200/PICT4453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292432574542588690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-80387111136169030?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/80387111136169030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=80387111136169030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/80387111136169030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/80387111136169030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2009/01/commitment.html' title='Commitment...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXJ99ZG4vpI/AAAAAAAACxs/xdW3TuQr6JE/s72-c/Demolition-by-Neglect-742744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-3676243427603655538</id><published>2008-10-21T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:25:18.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in....</title><content type='html'>This weekend jut gone we hit the road to Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we hit the ocean first on a ferry and then the road once we got to the main land. We planned a cheeky weekend away with good friends Kiah and Kasia. Also Australians, also from Adelaide, also lived on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, also worked at Hot 91 and also appeared in Adelaide confidential several times. It's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan was up early on Saturday morning to get the first ferry off of Vancouver Island at 7 am. I know... we can hear you laughing already. Mitch and Fumbles up early... we didn't disappoint. The alarm was set for 4:00 am to catch the bus at 5:35. We woke at 5:15 am. So Zoe took a quick 2 minute shower that lasted close to 15 minutes, we chucked some clothes on and we legged it to the bus stop... We made it... just... kind of... sort of. The bus was pulling around the corner as we made it to an imaginary bus stop. The bus driver was kind enough to pull over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we made it to the mainland Kiah and Kasia were there like the reliable friends they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXOM99CfnxI/AAAAAAAACyc/sZBdslUuLwU/s1600-h/PICT4087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXOM99CfnxI/AAAAAAAACyc/sZBdslUuLwU/s200/PICT4087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292728983075397394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an amazing weekend. Quick but such fun. Kiah and Kasia are such good company and who knew Seattle had so much history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The border crossing was a bit of a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRAL-EfAfI/AAAAAAAACys/uXW3zBF8_Mg/s1600-h/PICT4085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRAL-EfAfI/AAAAAAAACys/uXW3zBF8_Mg/s200/PICT4085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292926036451721714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we made it through it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The underground tour. When Seattle was first settled they made such a shambles of building the city that lead to the down town core being rebuilt. Via building up and filling in the 8 foot walls surrounding the underlying streets. Hence. The underground tour. Sounds weird and I haven't done it justice but if you are really intrigued look it up and if you ever head to Seattle the tour is a must do. The nerd inside you will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRBG4IH2qI/AAAAAAAACy0/9Ct2JMWWVgQ/s1600-h/PICT4136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRBG4IH2qI/AAAAAAAACy0/9Ct2JMWWVgQ/s200/PICT4136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292927048468650658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the States a few weeks before the now famous 2008 Presidential race... the tension and atmosphere was evident everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRDtDhEgKI/AAAAAAAAC0E/QEDqKI5gzzA/s1600-h/PICT4212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRDtDhEgKI/AAAAAAAAC0E/QEDqKI5gzzA/s200/PICT4212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292929903384363170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRDq59fYvI/AAAAAAAACz8/flbbONKOvLw/s1600-h/PICT4191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRCdSzkwWI/AAAAAAAACzM/l2iJ5UgApYI/s200/PICT4134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292928533098971490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRCdNatxwI/AAAAAAAACzE/_s5D2_Uq3a4/s1600-h/PICT4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRCdNatxwI/AAAAAAAACzE/_s5D2_Uq3a4/s200/PICT4128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292928531652527874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRBpDJ9dyI/AAAAAAAACy8/AYRdrxNZbIE/s1600-h/PICT4094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRBpDJ9dyI/AAAAAAAACy8/AYRdrxNZbIE/s200/PICT4094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292927635544700706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time over a very short period. 4am Saturday morning to 11pm Sunday night. Bus, ferry, car trip, border crossing, car trip, hostel check in, walk about, dinner, drinks, more drinks, sleep, up early, markets, breakfast, shop, lunch, car trip, border crossing, car trip, ferry, bus, home, bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRFb1MX2fI/AAAAAAAAC0k/_Y3Q1_n_78k/s1600-h/PICT4181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRFb1MX2fI/AAAAAAAAC0k/_Y3Q1_n_78k/s200/PICT4181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292931806504933874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRFbhju28I/AAAAAAAAC0c/-Agz7k88vzg/s1600-h/PICT4175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRFbhju28I/AAAAAAAAC0c/-Agz7k88vzg/s200/PICT4175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292931801234201538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRFbZLICXI/AAAAAAAAC0U/JuDFMkOb3as/s1600-h/PICT4107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRFbZLICXI/AAAAAAAAC0U/JuDFMkOb3as/s200/PICT4107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292931798983510386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRFa7exRJI/AAAAAAAAC0M/eT2DTaYAw3I/s1600-h/PICT4101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRFa7exRJI/AAAAAAAAC0M/eT2DTaYAw3I/s200/PICT4101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292931791012840594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was alos a group highlight. One of the first things we heard from a Seattle accent was this: A low flying pigeon poo'd and just missed some guys shoulder. his quote. "Damn that pigeon just violated me". Waa haa! So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the family of Racoons that scared the crap out of Zoe and I after stepping off of the bus on the walk home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRGIr4kEcI/AAAAAAAAC0s/5fdRZltrNUY/s1600-h/PICT4220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXRGIr4kEcI/AAAAAAAAC0s/5fdRZltrNUY/s200/PICT4220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292932577100042690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love. Mitch and Fumbles xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-3676243427603655538?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3676243427603655538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=3676243427603655538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3676243427603655538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3676243427603655538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleepless-in.html' title='Sleepless in....'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXOM99CfnxI/AAAAAAAACyc/sZBdslUuLwU/s72-c/PICT4087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-7492589133311530174</id><published>2008-09-17T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:06:55.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tofino...</title><content type='html'>Yeeewwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was a long time coming. Catching a wave on the West Coast of Canada. We managed a cheeky weekend away in Tofino with good friends Anna and John before they hit the road in the US and then the UK. For John it had been almost a year since he had been for a paddle, for myself it had been 9 months. Too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to make the most of time because Tofino is a decent 5 hour drive from Victoria, so a 3:30 am start it was, on the road by 4. So at 4:15 am we hit the road, I won't say what made us late... Zoe. Anna did a lot of the early driving, after a pit stop at Port Alberni, we switched and I took over the driving. It was on this stretch of driving that John took over the title of 'Farty Pants". He tried to sneak a quiet one away, he did... however, it was silent but violent. So bad that Anna said the quote of 2008. "Uh I would rather smell my arm pits". Thanks Anna, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Tofino by 9, hired wetsuits with hoods, boots, surfboards and racks for the car and were in the water by 9:45. Happy days.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SNVCB3V8NGI/AAAAAAAACBo/iOBeip_q9z8/s1600-h/PICT3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SNVCB3V8NGI/AAAAAAAACBo/iOBeip_q9z8/s200/PICT3938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248173540573459554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXOLxSi9_9I/AAAAAAAACyU/co8wzFoaYY8/s1600-h/PICT3967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXOLxSi9_9I/AAAAAAAACyU/co8wzFoaYY8/s200/PICT3967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292727665998823378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SNVCCPDbJvI/AAAAAAAACBw/pRQ0XOBjjqc/s1600-h/PICT3978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SNVCCPDbJvI/AAAAAAAACBw/pRQ0XOBjjqc/s200/PICT3978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248173546938246898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory... surf as much as our small but fit bodies could surf. We did it! We were knackered, tired and irritable but well chuffed. Is that even possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at a placed called the Trek Inn, run by some Indian guy whose name I forget. This dude was smart. Has four degrees in things that I can't even pronounce let alone attempt to spell. Nice guy too. His story in a nutshell. Crap load of study, leave India, move to Canada, too smart for Canadians, can't get job in the promised land, travels, stays at Trek Inn whilst backpacking, next day buys it. Been there ever since. Is anybody else tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend with Anna and John who we love dearly. It was sad to see them off on the Sunday of surf trip. We will admit that we shed a tear or two driving away from their waving, smily, kiwi faces. We did however laugh most of the way home thanks to Anna's quote of 2008 "I would rather smell my own pits'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come. Love Mitch N Zobo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update. Anna and John have settled in Chamonix, France. They are hosts to travel groups in a big fat French Chalet! Happy days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXKCcDA9rJI/AAAAAAAACyE/x50S_tlZqko/s1600-h/PICT3979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXKCcDA9rJI/AAAAAAAACyE/x50S_tlZqko/s200/PICT3979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292435930471050386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-7492589133311530174?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7492589133311530174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=7492589133311530174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/7492589133311530174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/7492589133311530174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/09/tofino.html' title='Tofino...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SNVCB3V8NGI/AAAAAAAACBo/iOBeip_q9z8/s72-c/PICT3938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-768773031967791500</id><published>2008-09-17T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:43:28.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fumbles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXOK9zlSexI/AAAAAAAACyM/1sdDQyIpefQ/s1600-h/PICT2669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXOK9zlSexI/AAAAAAAACyM/1sdDQyIpefQ/s200/PICT2669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292726781513726738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have nicknamed Zoe fumbles because we have come to the realisation that she drops everything. Her phone, books, bags, sun glasses, her guts (not really but funny), take away coffee cups... everything! Fumbles... it is sticking like glue... well it would if she didn't stop dropping it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Fumbles xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-768773031967791500?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/768773031967791500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=768773031967791500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/768773031967791500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/768773031967791500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/09/place-to-call-home.html' title='Fumbles...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SXOK9zlSexI/AAAAAAAACyM/1sdDQyIpefQ/s72-c/PICT2669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-5785004600718255332</id><published>2008-08-30T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:19:23.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farty pants Mitchell...</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earned the nickname... "Farty Pants Mitchell". Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Mitch and Zobo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-5785004600718255332?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5785004600718255332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=5785004600718255332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/5785004600718255332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/5785004600718255332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/08/farty-pants-mitchell.html' title='Farty pants Mitchell...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-826613688376670883</id><published>2008-08-14T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:43:40.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was there something in the air November of 2007</title><content type='html'>Huge congrats to Summa and Nathan on the birth of Gabrielle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends Scott and Emma also had their first born last night. Savannah Lily Tunbridge! Very proud and happy for you guys! Mums and Bubs all healthy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-826613688376670883?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/826613688376670883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=826613688376670883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/826613688376670883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/826613688376670883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/08/was-there-something-in-air-november-of.html' title='Was there something in the air November of 2007'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-8805186264657146030</id><published>2008-08-11T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:27:26.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep cove...</title><content type='html'>Kayaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as, reason 421 for an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry we had a great time. Along the way I just observed that at any opportunity arguments over the most menial things like to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SKCemCVYXkI/AAAAAAAABz8/09mlxNTinPY/s1600-h/PICT3824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SKCemCVYXkI/AAAAAAAABz8/09mlxNTinPY/s320/PICT3824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233357143303282242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding around every corner... are these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). Who is sitting in the front?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2). Are you flicking water on me on purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3). Can you paddle faster.&lt;br /&gt;4). Are you rocking the Kayak on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;5). Why don't we go that way?&lt;br /&gt;6). I told you we should have bought a rain jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7). I told you, you should have bought spare clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8). I told you we should have bought a towel.&lt;br /&gt;9). I told you I should have told you so.&lt;br /&gt;10). Don't throw rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11). What was the point of picking up that stick out of the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12). I am holding the paddle the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13). Stop paddling so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones in bold are the disagreements we did have. 4/13... not bad for the newly weds! Alright! Well played Mitch N Zobo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SKHjErngyJI/AAAAAAAAB0E/eSH7GG9bxTY/s1600-h/PICT3829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SKHjErngyJI/AAAAAAAAB0E/eSH7GG9bxTY/s320/PICT3829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233713911548659858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe was really cold when we stopped... poor thing couldn't feel her fingers. Soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SKHjzo_DLKI/AAAAAAAAB0M/MFnSysuYqu8/s1600-h/PICT3828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SKHjzo_DLKI/AAAAAAAAB0M/MFnSysuYqu8/s320/PICT3828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233714718295927970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch, Kiah and JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A top day was had with Kiah and JP! We kayaked, solved the problems of the world whilst kayaking, got lost, kayaked too far, didn't want to get whacked with the $50 late fee, paddled like Olympic Champions to get back and ate pizza (not whilst Kayaking). The bus ride home was a tired and irritable affair and even a little moist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SKHkgFRTyhI/AAAAAAAAB0U/khj6_MsyROI/s1600-h/PICT3831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SKHkgFRTyhI/AAAAAAAAB0U/khj6_MsyROI/s320/PICT3831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233715481802951186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File: Kayaking; &lt;br /&gt;                        Open file: Next time bring spare clothes; &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                               Save as: I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love mitchNzobo xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-8805186264657146030?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8805186264657146030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=8805186264657146030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/8805186264657146030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/8805186264657146030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/08/deep-cove.html' title='Deep cove...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SKCemCVYXkI/AAAAAAAABz8/09mlxNTinPY/s72-c/PICT3824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-6354419625745950461</id><published>2008-08-09T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:19:03.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people have too much time!</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact I found this on the internet at some ungodly hour... I still think some people have too much time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zV4ISDTnRLM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zV4ISDTnRLM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to ask at what point did this person think... hey I know... if I stick two land lines next to each other, then put two cell phones next to those I'll be able to bang out some tunes? There are so many questions... How many times did they have to do it before they got the final take? Will they be doing an encore? Will they upgrade phones? Can they play a xylophone? At what age did they discover this ability? Can Macgyver do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-6354419625745950461?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6354419625745950461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=6354419625745950461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/6354419625745950461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/6354419625745950461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-people-have-too-much-time.html' title='Some people have too much time!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-2353549237319303759</id><published>2008-08-07T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:17:12.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Pride, radio and Rod Stewart...</title><content type='html'>BC 150!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell does that stand for.... British Columbia reaching 150 years. Happy Birthday BC. This past weekend was a long weekend and to be honest it was nucken futs! There has been lots going on here at the moment. The HSBC Celebration of Light has just finished, which is three countries Canada, China and the USA competing against each other in four separate nights of fireworks running over two weeks... everybody likes exploding things in the sky especially when they are choreographed to music... its the simple things right! Gay Pride was on like a condom, a parade where gay people and their loved ones get to show a stack load of pride! I will touch on this as it is one thing I like about Vancouver... It doesn't matter what colour your spots are, what walk of life you come from, it is a very open arms community... to that I say... "well played Vancouver". To quote Bob Dylan... "The times they are a-changing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SJtFn-BYNTI/AAAAAAAABzs/PcI_UYUsGRw/s1600-h/PICT3811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SJtFn-BYNTI/AAAAAAAABzs/PcI_UYUsGRw/s320/PICT3811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231851945086956850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that... I'm not going to lie to you... Whilst 500,000 people watched the gayest thing in town since George Michael played GM Place... best mate Bowe and I skipped off to the local tennis courts. Usually packed, the courts were empty and we played 2-3 glorious hours of tennis. Genius... the old "Whilst people are looking at something over there... we'll do something cheeky over here". Question... does that mean lots of gay people play tennis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SJtNBNGUYeI/AAAAAAAABz0/Gpez-5_r-Qs/s1600-h/PICT3807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SJtNBNGUYeI/AAAAAAAABz0/Gpez-5_r-Qs/s320/PICT3807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231860075212333538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just quickly... this was the view for The Celebration of Light from the deck of 'The Boathouse'. For the last three nights of the fireworks I was broadcasting live for Rock 101 from here overlooking English Bay. Wow... did I get spoilt or what! So basically I was broadcasting from the sponsors event. 3 Course dinner and the rest... I will not say wether my words were slurred by the end of each broadcast. My favourite moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chinese guy leans over from his table and shakes my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese guy: "So are you broadcasting live from here?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah mate until midnight, great night, are you working here or working with HSBC?"&lt;br /&gt;Chinese guy: "No, no I'm the Police Commissioner"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cough... Oh right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward!! We did have a great conversation afterwards and I got to learn the ins and outs of the Vancouver Police Commissioners work day. Great guy. I did however feel right out of place, hobnobbing it with the Minister of Finance and the Police Commissioner when I am just a poor Australian trying to find his way in the world. Mum and Dad you will be proud this is the night I decided to wear my flip flops and jeans! Zoe joined me on the final night and we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where Rod Stewart comes into the blog... One of the soundtracks to the fireworks featured Rod Stewart's 'Forever Young"... what a great song. Seriously, it has almost pipped Maggie May as one of my favourite songs ever! It made us think of our Mum and Dads. We got a little homesick I will not lie... even a little teary whilst watching the fireworks. Please reacquaint yourselves with the song below... What a great message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHNeRjC4nJw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHNeRjC4nJw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocking Rod Stewart! Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to our respective Mums and Dads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update too... I just got the gig as Kool Fm's drive announcer, I start August 25th. Very excited, we get to move to Victoria on Vancouver Island... stunning place! It is making us feel much more settled and we are really looking forward to getting there. On the same day all of Zoe's teaching qualifications arrived in the mail! We also just learnt that my parents, Deborah and Jim booked 6 weeks holidays with their friends Harry and Jackie and they are coming over here next April 09. Happy Days! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by, Mitch and Zobo xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-2353549237319303759?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2353549237319303759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=2353549237319303759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/2353549237319303759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/2353549237319303759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/08/gay-pride-radio-and-rod-stewart.html' title='Gay Pride, radio and Rod Stewart...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SJtFn-BYNTI/AAAAAAAABzs/PcI_UYUsGRw/s72-c/PICT3811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-2565059659499799371</id><published>2008-07-21T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:37:06.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo's and Hippies are they the same?</title><content type='html'>The advantages of having a hot wife is the sentence I would like to use in kicking off this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe was doing her usual stuff at "The Red Umbrella" just around the corner from home on Davie Street. By usual stuff I mean being lovely. It is here that she was given two tickets to the 31st Annual Vancouver Folk Festival by a customer. Maybe he was trying to get into her pants and maybe he wasn't? I prefer to think of this scenario as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch:1&lt;br /&gt;Guy trying to pick up wife: Nil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, thanks brother because a tops day was had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SITerNsmu7I/AAAAAAAAByk/p_DZXyDwJFs/s1600-h/PICT3687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SITerNsmu7I/AAAAAAAAByk/p_DZXyDwJFs/s320/PICT3687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225546301649107890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank some coconut juice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SITer_RbpFI/AAAAAAAABys/uXV2ltu_WKE/s1600-h/PICT3689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SITer_RbpFI/AAAAAAAABys/uXV2ltu_WKE/s320/PICT3689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225546314956907602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched music and stuff, that is the city in the background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SITesFe92DI/AAAAAAAABy0/6n4gUf4zzxg/s1600-h/PICT3700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SITesFe92DI/AAAAAAAABy0/6n4gUf4zzxg/s320/PICT3700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225546316624287794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the view for most of the day as we laid back and listened to music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to conclusion that Emo's and Hippies are the same. They are just on opposite ends of the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarities: They stink, they have shitty hair cuts, they wear weird clothes to make statements, they have strange opinions about the world, some of their music tastes are questionable, they disappoint their parents, you can spot them in a crowd, they can't dance and finally they tend to be really annoying to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo's and Hippies please do not take offense... they are just observations. Ahh what gives... it is safe to blog about Emo's and Hippies because the only person an Emo is going to hurt is themselves and a Hippie is too busy googling carbon offset schemes and sustainability projects to read anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk home was purely for fitness reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SIThy82XMUI/AAAAAAAABy8/XLIy5VnpEak/s1600-h/PICT3715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SIThy82XMUI/AAAAAAAABy8/XLIy5VnpEak/s320/PICT3715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225549733100466498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us two hours. Mitch and Bozo xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-2565059659499799371?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2565059659499799371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=2565059659499799371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/2565059659499799371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/2565059659499799371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/07/emos-and-hippies-are-they-same.html' title='Emo&apos;s and Hippies are they the same?'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SITerNsmu7I/AAAAAAAAByk/p_DZXyDwJFs/s72-c/PICT3687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-1150489708201591988</id><published>2008-07-18T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:15:42.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job abandonment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A post by Mitch:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was not my proudest moment, however, it makes a bloody fantastic blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since April 08 I have been trying to balance part time work at Classic Rock 101 and working at Levi's on Robson Street in Downtown Vancouver, BC... you have got to pay rent some how. At Levi's it has been a love/hate relationship. I have loved my days off and have hated being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is funny, at my young 25 years of age I feel like I am able to handle most things and handle them well. As an example, one only has to look at the way I can cook and have a clean kitchen by the time dinner is served. It is a fine art. Working in Canada's retail industry however, has undone me. It is oppressive and hard to do with a smile on your face for $10 an hour. Less for some. The way I felt about going to work everyday is really hard to put into words, so my friend 'Burger the Cat' gives an amazing and accurate account of my emotions before entering the red glass double doors at 1068 Robson Street. See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2mbeSAmUP4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2mbeSAmUP4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Burger, thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week for some reason, was the week that my skinny leg jeans broke the camels back. At 6pm last night (17th July) I went on my scheduled half an hour break as per usual. If you were wondering I had two slices of pizza, they were from Megabite and they were very tasty. During this half an hour break I had a mental break through. What the hell am I doing to myself? If you are not happy... leave. So I did. I walked back into work, signed out for the day and forever. I apologised to the assistant manager, who is a champion by the way, and left. If it wasn't for the sun gently shining on my face and some tasty garlic sauce on my beef pizza I may have missed the opportunity to seize my brain wave. I will treasure the alfresco seats on Thurlow street forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STAFF FILE:&lt;/span&gt; Simon Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CATEGORY:&lt;/span&gt; Job abandonment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A question of ethics:&lt;/span&gt; Is it wrong that I started writing this blog in my head before I was even out the red glass double doors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said and done I slammed the iPod on, walked home and listened to this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zx3m4e45bTo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zx3m4e45bTo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack of our lives... thanks iPod!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-1150489708201591988?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1150489708201591988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=1150489708201591988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1150489708201591988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1150489708201591988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/07/job-abandonment.html' title='Job abandonment...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-6261743423827163246</id><published>2008-07-18T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:33:39.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating pontoons still exist...</title><content type='html'>Seattle USA: "The Rain City" is only 141 nautical miles away from Vancouver BC, it's true we just googled it. Do you like how we used the word 'Nautical' just to make us sound smarter despite the fact we have no knowledge of the meaning? Whatever... Vancouver is very close to "The Rain City", therefore you would expect lots of rain in Vancouver. Correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the weather during the last several weeks has been amazing. Blue skies, temperatures between 22-28 degrees, eight days a week (Beatles reference). Happy days! So we have been making the most of it. Old mate John 'Bowe' Prins and Mitch even forgot about the arctic water temperatures of English bay and indulged in some floating pontoon slippery dip action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SID2zwCGA9I/AAAAAAAAByM/8v2Y3HnIAn4/s1600-h/PICT3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SID2zwCGA9I/AAAAAAAAByM/8v2Y3HnIAn4/s320/PICT3680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224446936677221330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zobo would've joined us on the pontoon except the danger factor was high. The doggy paddle out to the pontoon was deemed too risky. Zobo and swimming don't exactly get along. Good friend Anna Saunders made it out to the pontoon after a casual half hour debate on the swimming conditions. There was lots to think about, sea weed, various litter, stones under foot, arctic water temperatures and would her bikini survive the post slippery dip impact with water. All said and done it was a success, Zobo even managed to capture the moment on camera. We will not talk about the swimming race that Mitch lost to Bowe. Mitch now suspects he is an easy beat in swimming and that Bowe plays on his competitive spirit every time he issues a swimming challenge. Cruel, but a clear indication that Bowe is destined for top line management some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Zobo also really enjoyed the Canada Day celebrations earlier this month too. Catching the fireworks from Stanley Park looking back across to the city. Thanks for coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SID8r__6wnI/AAAAAAAAByU/dBj7PY6Zj78/s1600-h/PICT3673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SID8r__6wnI/AAAAAAAAByU/dBj7PY6Zj78/s320/PICT3673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224453400593875570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-6261743423827163246?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6261743423827163246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=6261743423827163246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/6261743423827163246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/6261743423827163246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/07/floating-pontoons-still-exist.html' title='Floating pontoons still exist...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SID2zwCGA9I/AAAAAAAAByM/8v2Y3HnIAn4/s72-c/PICT3680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-1401914084017346201</id><published>2008-07-07T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:59:52.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching certificates and the 21st floor of a downtown building!</title><content type='html'>It's been four months since we left Australian soil and what a grand four months it's been. Time has seriously flown by. It makes us feel incredibly grateful that our name isn't Schapelle Corby, four months must seem like an eternity to her! Chin up Schapelle... only 16 years to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick MASSIVE CONGRATULATIONS to our friends Darcy and Lisa who last week had their first baby "Billie". She is absolutely gorgeous and we hope Mum and Bub are going great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two really good things have happened in the last fortnight! Zoe has finally received her teachers certificate... well technically she hasn't got it yet because it is in the mail... and I have been signed on as the permanent casual announcer at Classic Rock 101 here in Vancouver! Which means I will be doing weekend morning shifts from 6am-10am. Over the moon, the view from the studio is amazing... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKaK9UST4I/AAAAAAAABx8/Gps3iCxCIPo/s1600-h/PICT3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKaK9UST4I/AAAAAAAABx8/Gps3iCxCIPo/s320/PICT3648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220404431124844418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have now gone part time at Levi's as their cashier and I work from Tuesday through to Friday. A few other radio shifts are popping up here and there such as this Wednesday and Friday night which is bloody awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we had to take a trip down to the US border to get Zoe's new work Visa activated. A bit of a hassle but well worth it because it meant that Zoe could then apply for her Canadian Teaching certificate. One problem, we don't have wheels. So we decided to hire a car, when we got to the lot... the only car they had available was a Mustang GT on special for half price... yes please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKbaKMBD3I/AAAAAAAAByE/P1M_8EbN708/s1600-h/PICT3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKbaKMBD3I/AAAAAAAAByE/P1M_8EbN708/s320/PICT3519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220405791789485938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set off with best bud Kiah, a fellow Aussie, keen navigator and operator of the satellite radio... Radio One Uk... yes please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US Immigration officer: Why did you come to the border?&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: We came down here to get my wife's Visa.&lt;br /&gt;US Immigration Officer: How did you get here?&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: By car.&lt;br /&gt;US Immigration Officer: Who's car?&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: Oh we hired a car.&lt;br /&gt;US Immigration Officer: Why did you hire a car?&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: We don't own one.&lt;br /&gt;US Immigration Officer: Why don't you own a car?&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: Because we have only just moved here and we don't feel the need for one living in the city.&lt;br /&gt;US Immigration Officer: How many people are in the car?&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: Myself, my wife and our friend.&lt;br /&gt;US Immigration Officer: I asked how many people are in the car.&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: Counting myself, my wife and friend would make it three people.&lt;br /&gt;US Immigration Officer: Can i see the car?&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immigration officer proceeds to walk into parking lot, looks in the boot, in the car and then asks Zoe the same questions even though she was in front of Mitch in the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now refer to him as Captain Douche Bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-1401914084017346201?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1401914084017346201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=1401914084017346201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1401914084017346201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1401914084017346201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/07/teaching-certificates-and-21st-floor-of.html' title='Teaching certificates and the 21st floor of a downtown building!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKaK9UST4I/AAAAAAAABx8/Gps3iCxCIPo/s72-c/PICT3648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-6395495981591749442</id><published>2008-07-07T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:13:35.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Box Ball... A post by Mitch</title><content type='html'>Although I have previously moaned and groaned over working at Levi's there are some highlights. The game 'Box Ball' is one, leaving at the end of the day is the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKKjKvepuI/AAAAAAAABx0/H69Rv8V27vg/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKKjKvepuI/AAAAAAAABx0/H69Rv8V27vg/s200/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220387254859376354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are a few really cool people that I work with. Elliot, Mike, Yusuke, Zhi, Astrid and Trevon. Mike, Yusuke and Zhi are the funniest Asian blokes I have ever met in my life and they have made working upstairs a lot of fun. They introduced me to a game called 'Box Ball". Yusuke is also Japanese so we talk about how good Tim Cahill is! World Cup 2006 anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKJK_VyGPI/AAAAAAAABxs/6q8h-VT6uu0/s1600-h/PICT3622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKJK_VyGPI/AAAAAAAABxs/6q8h-VT6uu0/s320/PICT3622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220385739970320626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the photo above we have big jean walls at Levi's. Each box of the jean wall is filled with 8 or less jeans. To play the game of 'Box Ball" you have to nominate a box on the wall which you are going to throw a hacky sack into. Therefore, you dictate the amount of points you score on a given throw. Eg aiming for a box of 7 jeans means you score 7 points. Its kind of like the world wide popular game of darts, just on a lesser global scale. If you miss the nominated box you score zero points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One game is the sum of 5 throws at the jean wall. Several games is the sum of a lot of time wasting. One thing I have become very skilled at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yusuke, Mike and Zhi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box Ball is the game of Champions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-6395495981591749442?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6395495981591749442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=6395495981591749442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/6395495981591749442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/6395495981591749442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/07/box-ball-post-by-mitch.html' title='Box Ball... A post by Mitch'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKKjKvepuI/AAAAAAAABx0/H69Rv8V27vg/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-740610519938733857</id><published>2008-07-07T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:13:31.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Fundays!</title><content type='html'>Sunday: Formerly a day of the Lord... unlucky mate it's now a day of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term "Sunday Funday" is from our good friend Anna Saunders. It is derived from the notion of four or more friends having the same free play time on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKBJdmCByI/AAAAAAAABxM/jqbbmQ-ATzM/s1600-h/PICT3647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKBJdmCByI/AAAAAAAABxM/jqbbmQ-ATzM/s320/PICT3647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220376917638776610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY FUNDAY CREW: In no particular order, Krissy, Kyle, RaRa, Matt, Anna, Bowe, Mitch and Bozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Funday Activites:&lt;br /&gt;Walking, brunch, talking and walking, picnics, hacky sack, talking, watching Flight of the Concords, drinking, guitar playing, eating, quote boarding, food challenges, playing cards, rock throwing, people watching, and finally trash talking employers and land lords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Funday Equipment Needed:&lt;br /&gt;Free time, hacky sack (vital ingredient), football, picnic rug, good shoes, deodorant, iPod with speakers, frisbee, Flight of the Concords DVD, DVD player, TV, couch, coffee, mugs, beer, gin and tonic, one of Zoe's deserts, ice cream, Stanley Park, a spliff, switched on brains to avoid getting ripped of at Capilano Suspension Bridge, and finally a good cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKFDCk97wI/AAAAAAAABxU/JVJX3Cu2EVE/s1600-h/PICT3344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKFDCk97wI/AAAAAAAABxU/JVJX3Cu2EVE/s320/PICT3344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220381205353852674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKFDqm8DfI/AAAAAAAABxc/dwVlceL_Vko/s1600-h/PICT3639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKFDqm8DfI/AAAAAAAABxc/dwVlceL_Vko/s320/PICT3639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220381216099536370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKFDz9SM9I/AAAAAAAABxk/OY7MToFL8D4/s1600-h/PICT3490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKFDz9SM9I/AAAAAAAABxk/OY7MToFL8D4/s320/PICT3490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220381218609181650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Funday has been good for the soul. It makes selling jeans, selling t-shirts, making coffee, making grilled sandwiches, reading contracts, shifting heavy stuff and doing odd jobs so much easier to bear when you have a Sunday Funday ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great initiative Saunders. Well played everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-740610519938733857?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/740610519938733857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=740610519938733857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/740610519938733857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/740610519938733857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-fundays.html' title='Sunday Fundays!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHKBJdmCByI/AAAAAAAABxM/jqbbmQ-ATzM/s72-c/PICT3647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-170221166804468343</id><published>2008-06-30T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:23:02.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and wanting to stab our eyes out with a pen...</title><content type='html'>After finding a place to live we realised it was critical to find some jobs to pay for it! We've had a great time over the last six months traveling down the east coast of Australia, kicking it like a red headed step child at home in Radelaide, a Wedding, a honeymoon and plenty of giggles in between... Therefore, our money has been walking out the door faster than people walking out of a Kevin Costner film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHJ6zGytvhI/AAAAAAAABxE/W3zKDYwwZrs/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHJ6zGytvhI/AAAAAAAABxE/W3zKDYwwZrs/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220369936491068946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long at all, in fact both of us found jobs within one day of putting resumes into a store. Which at the time should have sent at least one alarm bell ringing. Zoe got her job first at a store called Roots. Ok don't flip out... she gets to keep her clothes on. Roots is an old Canadian clothing company built by the bare hands of two Canadian college students back in the 70's! It is a proud Canadian company who's clothes are still made in Canada, which is a small province just outside of Qun Xui in China.  Lets face it, with a cute smile and the best personality Zoe made a gun sales person... but trying to make daily sales quota's of $2000 is bad for the soul. New job enthusiasm... went down hill very quickly. They seriously treat you like children. One of the things they expected Zoe to do was draw an A4 picture of herself in Roots clothing, that way she could envisage herself in Roots clothing whenever she was selling it. And they wonder why the youth of today turns to drugs. A small part of Zoe died every day she entered the store. Did we mention yet that the pay is $10 an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHJ3p1cJomI/AAAAAAAABw8/bWTo4hOpzGA/s1600-h/PICT3327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHJ3p1cJomI/AAAAAAAABw8/bWTo4hOpzGA/s400/PICT3327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220366478679319138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch found a job just as quickly at the Levi's store on Robson Street. Mitch never knew so many jeans existed and never knew people were so picky about jeans. He also didn't realise how many German tourists would remember his Uncle David playing for Eintracht Frankfurt in the 80's. This proves to be an interesting conversation in a new language Mitch likes to call 'Germish'. A fine mixture of German and English. Although the only sentence Mitch can really remember is; "Ya ich habe ein heft" translating to; "Yes I have my text book". After several weeks of employment it is amazing that he still turns up. A little piece of him has also died every day. He hasn't got much left to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHJ19yUCXnI/AAAAAAAABw0/hm9hrvIyWWs/s1600-h/PICT3623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHJ19yUCXnI/AAAAAAAABw0/hm9hrvIyWWs/s400/PICT3623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220364622414110322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, hope you are well! Love Mitch and Bozo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-170221166804468343?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/170221166804468343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=170221166804468343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/170221166804468343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/170221166804468343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/06/work-and-wanting-to-stab-our-eyes-out.html' title='Work and wanting to stab our eyes out with a pen...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SHJ6zGytvhI/AAAAAAAABxE/W3zKDYwwZrs/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-4924542044485566979</id><published>2008-06-03T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:43:08.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where we live!</title><content type='html'>When we arrived back from our wee jaunt into the States we had booked accommodation in a share house just out side of the city. The place was huge, a mansion almost and we had booked to stay for one week! It was a steal at $39 a night and a very nice place. Finally a place to make our own meals, have cups of tea and sit in silence. Well that is when the juveniles next door weren't bumping uglies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main objective in that first week was to find a place to live! This proved harder than we thought, the rental market here is very competitive and things get snapped up very quickly. So we got into the habit of heading into the city each day to look for places to work, places to eat lunch and to find rental properties to inspect. This provided a daily game of trying to catch public transport for free as much as possible. God knows what would have happened if we actually got approached by the taser trigger happy 'Mounties'. Anyhoo... we found this game to be challenging and somewhat enjoyable. After all we were saving $10 on a round trip. The game could be played two ways, get on the bus via the rear double doors or play the dumb tourist who had no spare change. If the bus driver was kind enough, they'd let us get on! Challenge complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One rainy afternoon... it rains a lot here... we were sitting in a Sushi Bar (no suprises there) plugging away on craigslist when we came across a one bedroom unit up for grabs in Downtown, Vancouver. It turns out we were the first people to get in touch with the Landlord and subsequently were the first people to have a viewing at 6pm that day. We were going to be catching up with our friend Kasia that night on Commercial Drive and were also going to be dropping into an open house for a unit on Commercial Drive at 7pm... so it was going to be tight if we made both. We arrived at the Downtown unit at the said time and met the land lord who was a really nice guy called Raymond, he showed us around the apartment and we even got to meet the last tenant who was also Australian... there are tons of us here! She was great though, she told it to us straight, what the neighbours were like, how expensive the bills were et cetera! We also really enjoy reading her mail which still gets delivered to the apartment... Joking, back to the task at hand... So we really liked the place but wanted to check out the other one on Commercial Drive, we told Raymond we were keen and could he hold the place for us... Not for long he said in between taking four hundred phone calls about the unit being on craigslist. At the same time people were ringing the buzzer from the street as they were booked in next to see the place, it was a little frantic to be honest. Raymond needed to talk to the last tenant to sort things out briefly so we left the apartment and stood in the outer hallway before the front door repeatedly saying... should we, shouldn't we, should we, shouldn't we???? We made an on the spot decision to take the apartment as Raymond stepped out of the unit to head to the front door to let the next potential renters in... He had to ask... are you sure... So there was one more look between us before finalising the deal! Done! We have a place to live in Downtown Vancouver!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked outside, there were five people waiting! It was incredible! They were so gutted that the place was taken too! For good reason as well! We pay $875 a month plus the electricity bill. That is crazy talk for Downtown Vancouver. You are seriously lucky if you get a place for under $1100. So we couldn't believe our luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the moon we made our way to Commercial Drive to visit Kasia and popped out heads in to the other apartment we were going to see. It was a hole, half the size and more expensive! Good decision Zoe and Mitch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next goal was to furnish the place, which turned out to be a lot easier than we thought! We were still staying at the share house for a few more nights. On one of those nights we spoke to the owner, Mary a Chinese lady with a not very Chinese name, about some of the things she had lying around the house. What things you ask??? We're talking pots, pans, plates, bowls, cutlery, tv, hand weights, kettle and double mattress! She got so excited and gave the lot to us for $80! Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that same week we found a couch and dining table setting for sale on craigslist for $100. Sold! When we went around to pick up the couch some one else was giving away theirs... we now have two couches and a dining table for $100... well played!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have a fully furnished place in Downtown Vancouver for $875 a month! Top shelf! We live right near English Bay which sits just next to Stanley Park. Stunning place and lots to do as well. Our besties Anna and John also just live around the corner... one block south and three west to be exact! They have also bought some new besties from Banff with them, Ra, Matt, Kristy and Kyle. Happy days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our address is 2-1546 Comox Street, Vancouver B.C. Canada, V6M 3L8. Feel free to send any of the following: Vegemite, Vegemite, Twisties, Burger Rings, Cherry Ripes, Vegemite, Crunchies and  Toobs... oh yeah Freddo's and Caramello Koala's too! Lol ;) Luckily Kinder Suprises are universal so Zoe gets her fix of those and then some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see some photo's here http://picasaweb.google.com/sjm.mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-4924542044485566979?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4924542044485566979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=4924542044485566979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/4924542044485566979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/4924542044485566979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-we-live.html' title='Where we live!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-640405791494306782</id><published>2008-05-26T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:18:22.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport shenanigans part two (the night we slept at the airport)</title><content type='html'>So there we were... standing in JFK International Airport, over the moon that our flight had been delayed by two hours. All we had to do was stand in line and wait to be re-booked! Brilliant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took longer than we thought. It turns out people tend to get a little upset when their flights are delayed... you could even say that they become irate. Some people think that the sun shines out of their arse so much that the earth should be moved for them to catch their flight! They should try completely cocking up their schedule and rushing to the airport in belief that your flight is already on the run way... it's all about perspective sometimes. So we put up with some hoochie mummas giving it the "I have to be in Seattle tomorrow for work, are you going to pay me for the work I miss? Huh are you? I don't think so, dang!" Geez relax tiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we were seen to by a very friendly mexican woman... who was well into her religion, nothing against that! It was just glaringly obvious from the religious paraphernalia drowning her desk. Once we got talking to her we realised that we were going to miss getting our rental car the next day, no bother... we'll just book another. Then Simon had a brain wave, it went a little something like this: "So because of the inconvenience do you think it would be possible to get us on a flight straight into Vancouver instead of into Seattle?" Mexican woman... lets call her Nelli: "Ok, sure we should be able to do that!". God bless her cotton socks Nelli got us a flight straight into Vancouver even though we hadn't paid for that in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious. So in the space of an hour we had gone from utter desperation to sheer delight! Our new flight was scheduled to leave at 9:30pm that night! All we had to do was get through security and have a bite to eat and settle down for a nice flight to Van Van. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SEYXVz1AE5I/AAAAAAAABu8/qfDmkCRTbiM/s1600-h/PICT3163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SEYXVz1AE5I/AAAAAAAABu8/qfDmkCRTbiM/s400/PICT3163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207875682557760402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lined up to get through to the departure lounge and to our suprise we both got pulled aside for a security check. No probing, just shoes off, bags searched and drug checked! Quickly scoffing dinner we made it to the departure lounge to hear an announcement that our plane was delayed, 20 minutes later there was still no plane. Another announcement... the plane would be delayed by a further 45 minutes. No probs... we had good books! A further announcement, the flight had been cancelled... Crap! In one swift crackle of the airport speakers and a barely audible announcement... there went our flight home to Vancouver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning from his previous experience in the evening, Simon sat back and watched the drama unfold, there was yelling, pushing in, demanding, frantic mobile phone calls, tears and even some bribing. For some it worked out, for others it didn't! Simon waited until a lovely old duck working behind the counter had a spare moment, called her 'Sweetheart' and asked a simple question. A new flight to Vancouver was booked for 6am in the morning! All we had to do was waste 7 hours at the airport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found a cozy little spot and slept at the airport. Simple as that. We witnessed something that night at the airport. Something we had never before seen at an airport. It was jealousy, those sleeping bags must have looked so damn comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it was, the first time we had ever been late for a plane, had a flight delayed then cancelled and the first time we had slept in an airport. The next morning we made it onto the flight without a hick up, except there was another security check for the both of us... which was weird. Zoe must look dodgy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates soon! Thanks for checking in! Mitch N Zobo xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-640405791494306782?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/640405791494306782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=640405791494306782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/640405791494306782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/640405791494306782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/05/airport-shenanigans-part-two-night-we.html' title='Airport shenanigans part two (the night we slept at the airport)'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SEYXVz1AE5I/AAAAAAAABu8/qfDmkCRTbiM/s72-c/PICT3163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-8802548448280053521</id><published>2008-05-14T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:07:39.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport shenanigans part one!</title><content type='html'>If you have read some of our blogs you will have recognised the theme of time and Zoe and Simon not getting along very well with it. We always seem to be late getting somewhere or sleeping in. We are bloody hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One scenario where you can't be lazy is with planes and airports... especially in the US. On Tuesday the 1st of April we had a flight booked from JFK International Airport in New York to get us to Seattle where we would hire a car to drive back across the border to Vancouver B.C. Despite the fact a car was almost three times as expensive as catching a greyhound we have vowed to never catch those servile pieces of trash again. The flight was booked on American Airlines for 8:10pm. Great... we had a whole day to waste in New York... There could be worse things to be doing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had our bags in storage, did some last pieces of shopping, wandered about town, checked out the museums and went to a Diner in the Upper West Side to catch up with Simon's friend Jill one last time before we flew out of NYC. The beauty of flying out of NYC is that you can catch the train from Manhatten to the airport and get on your plane... Bobs your uncle right? We had a casual drink with Jill from about 4:30pm in the afternoon, chatted about life, tried to solve the problems of the world over a chocolate milkshake and to our credit we did pretty well. Long story short, time ran away from us, looking at the watch at 6pm we thought.. ok time to get a wriggle on. Wriggle we did. With our bags still in storage, packed to the max mind you, we still had to go and collect them. We walked a few blocks to pick them up and then walked many more blocks to get to the closest train station. By this time it was 6:40pm. Suddenly the voices in the back of our heads saying 'You are pushing it' were starting to get a little louder... We got on the train not really knowing what we were doing, all the while thinking, we should have planned this a little better. Trains can be scary in the big bad city... get it wrong and it can all end in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting towards the centre of the city we had to change trains but didn't know when to... so naturally you ask the closest person who doesn't look like a crack whore, luckily there was one standing just near Simon. Blind faith paid off. After asking a lady what we needed to do she told us to stick with her and her friend and that she would get us to the airport. Good news... the bad news... she told us we were dreaming if we wanted to get there before 7:40pm... uh-oh! It was now well past 7 and we still had ages to go. Oddly enough all we could do was pull faces at each other in a crammed subway carriage and shrug our shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SCqqJTwE1hI/AAAAAAAABuc/3DAC40JpUBw/s1600-h/PICT3153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SCqqJTwE1hI/AAAAAAAABuc/3DAC40JpUBw/s400/PICT3153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200155796650120722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely we wouldn't miss the flight... In these situations sometimes conversations come up in the funniest fashion, we started talking to two Indian guys on the train who noticed we were Aussies. We talked for ages about cricket and all sorts of things that Indians and Australians shared passionately... like racism for example. What we got from our Indian friends was a pep talk... "hang in there guys, you never know... we think you'll get there just after 7:40pm you could be lucky". Luck didn't seem to be on our side.... we had been underground now for what seemed an eternity, it felt like the never ending train ride. The worst part was is that we still had to do one last transfer to the airport shuttle. 7:40pm came and went. At 7:45 we got to the airport shuttle terminal. At this point we illustrated gracefulness, elegance and flair in one go as we turned, thanked the friendly ladies who guided us out of the big bad city, nodded to the Indian guys, picked up two back packs and two carry on bags and legged it to the platform like two overweight, uncoordinated Amanda Vanstones... naturally we got there as the shuttle doors shut and the train took off... bullocks! Ah well, forced to wait... The next train came and we jumped on. The airport shuttle is set up in a ring within the JFK terminals. The airport is massive!!! We frantically searched the airport map on the train for the terminal that American Airlines operated out of... found it... it was terminal 7... where was that located on the shuttle ring... the last terminal.... Looking back we are quite proud at how we managed ourselves... no arguing, no hissy fits just a dogged determination to get to that bloody check in desk... even is it was 7:55pm! We were like Liverpool in the 2005 Champions League Grand Final, 3-0 down at half time but never lost sight of the bigger picture, there was still a half to go. Great analogy if I don't say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by the time the shuttle got to terminal 7 it was 8:00pm. No chance of getting on the flight, it would already be sitting on the runway ready for take off. Once again resembling two Amanda Vanstones running through the airport we got to the American Airlines check in desk. Fully loaded, completely crowded, what do we do. Push in of course! Simon pushed right to the front of the first class line ready to plead his case. As he got to the counter he could see it in the check in attendants eyes... you are an idiot... as if you thought you could make it on this flight, you should have just stayed in the city and drowned your sorrows at missing the flight. This is how the following conversation went. &lt;br /&gt;Check in attendant: "How can I help you sir?"&lt;br /&gt;Simon: " Hey, Oh my god, you wouldn't believe it, my wife and I got on the wrong train (trying the sympathy vote) and we got lost and I think we might have missed our flight" (Are you serious Mitchell its being taxied onto the runway)&lt;br /&gt;Check in attendant: "Where were you flying to?"&lt;br /&gt;Simon: "Seattle"&lt;br /&gt;Check in attendant: "Ha don;t worry brother, your flights been delayed by two hours!"&lt;br /&gt;Simon: "Are you taking the piss? That is hilarious, you are serious right?"&lt;br /&gt;Check in attendant: "Absolutley man, just join that line over there and we'll re-book your flight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think American Airlines had ever seen two people more happy to have a delayed flight. Some people say that our wedding day is the happiest moment of your life, or the birth of a child etc etc... we can tell you right now... that is on of our greatest achievements! Well played Zoe and Simon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story "No matter how late you are for a flight never give up". Actually i was joking, it is "Make sure you research your travels properly rather than taking the it will be alright on the night approach. Bloody rookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not there is more to this story. Part two will be uploaded soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love MitchnZobo xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-8802548448280053521?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8802548448280053521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=8802548448280053521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/8802548448280053521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/8802548448280053521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/05/airport-shenanigans-part-one.html' title='Airport shenanigans part one!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/SCqqJTwE1hI/AAAAAAAABuc/3DAC40JpUBw/s72-c/PICT3153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-3597053149445876658</id><published>2008-04-11T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:47:23.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Board Update: An idea from our kiwi friends Anna and John!</title><content type='html'>Updates to the quote board....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our everyday lives we find that we say the stupidest things... Our friends Anna and John put any silly quotes of thiers onto a quote board so we have decided to make our blogspot a quote board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon: Wow look at the way the water crashes up against the ocean (Meaning: Look at the way the ocean crashes up against the rocks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: I must say 65 is quite slow for a highway (Simon's response... Ummm its miles per hour Zoe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: Its so weird driving on the left hand side... I can't tell when there is someone on my right hand side... how do i do that? (Simon's response... Look over your right shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon: How good is this LA weather... its sheets and t-shorts! (Meaning: It's shorts and t-shirts...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: So is Mexico a big state in America? (Meaning: Is Mexico a big country... said whilst looking at a map of America... hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: Look thats the steam that makes Marilyn Manson's dress go up in the air... (Ummm Marilyn Monroe Zoe... whoops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: I feel like a turtle with my life packed in my back (referring to how wearing a back pack made her feel like a turtle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 6th of April...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: It's good that you had a photo picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon - 'This is the first time I've repeated this story'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon - (When refering to late night shift work where together time is minimal) 'I've promised Zoe I'd never take a gig like that again...unless I have to'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-TEoivTkJI/AAAAAAAAACo/HOYYoZp327Y/s1600-h/PICT2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-TEoivTkJI/AAAAAAAAACo/HOYYoZp327Y/s400/PICT2625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180481672181944466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-3597053149445876658?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3597053149445876658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=3597053149445876658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3597053149445876658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3597053149445876658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/04/quote-board-idea-from-our-kiwi-friends.html' title='Quote Board Update: An idea from our kiwi friends Anna and John!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-TEoivTkJI/AAAAAAAAACo/HOYYoZp327Y/s72-c/PICT2625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-3016185839748992402</id><published>2008-04-11T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:23:05.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York New York</title><content type='html'>Time of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had four nights and five days in NYC (Arrive-Fri, Sat, Sun, Mon, Depart-Tue). You could stay here four months and still not see everything! Amazing place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first day there we hit the showers hard, very hard, as you may have read earlier we had been on Greyhounds for the previous 3 days! With all that behind us we were so excited to be in the big bad city. We went for a walk though central park into the city. A casual 25 minute walk.... much longer than the "close to the city" as advertised on the website of the place we were staying. A very nice walk though and lots of squirrels. Ok so we know that they don't have squirrels in Australia, but seriously these little suckers are awesome! The funniest characters and we have become slightly obsessed with them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed on the Upper West Side which had a bit of character and to be honest it was really nice to stay in an area where real New Yorkers lived and not where there was stacks of tourists. We spent the first day or two just walking around with our mouths open. The place is a concrete jungle. So many varieties of people sqaushed into one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have heard people say that there is a magic in the air in New York and its true. There is a real sense of atmosphere and no it wasn't due to the mushrooms we had dropped. Before heading to the US we had so many people tell us that the clothes were cheap there. We kind of didn't believe until Zoe bought two pairs of boots for $18. It is ridiculous, Simon picked up a pair of jeans for $50 that would be worth over $150 in Australia. We simply don't understand and quite frankly we think it is unfair, but hey when in Rome! So we ended up buying more clothes than we could fit into our back packs which is another blog in itself. We also found speakers for our iPod for $10... crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in NYC over the weekend and chose the Saturday afternoon to go up the Empire State Building... bad choice Zoe and Simon... correction bad choice Simon... it was so bloody busy, it took almost 45 minutes to get from the street to the out side platform. There was a line outside of the door onto the street when we first arrived and to make matters worse there were lots of tourists groups and christian camps getting off by the bus load. Damn christian kids getting in our way and being so happy about it at the same time... "Where are we from" Insert camp name in chant reply... end with a big "woo hoo yeah"! Nothing worse than standing in a line going no where with people who actually enjoy it! Ahh it wasn't all that bad... just different over here, they really get into it! Maybe us Australians are just too cool for school....christian school that is! Amen! Parts of the building are set up to accommodate large numbers of people, so when you finally think you are about to get to the level with the elevators to take you to the 86th floor, you walk round another twist to another turn to more barricades. If we had anymore "woo hoo's" and "oh yeahs" we were contemplating throwing someone over the side! When we finally got to the top though, it was all worth it! Stunning views! You realise the size of the place and how many things are going on. It is one of those moments when you can't really speak for a while as you try to take it all in. We are really glad we did it and we chose the perfect time, we went up in the late afternoon and witnessed the evening sunset turn into night time. Such a contrast in the day to night experience! We highly recommend going in the late afternoon and waiting for the sun to set! Amazing! Maybe check the weather though. We had a perfect clear sky but it was 0 degrees celcius... freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Sunday we caught up with a friend of ours, Jill. Jill and Simon went to University together when Jill was an exchange student from San Diego State University. Jill has been living and working in New York for about 2 years as a pharmaceutical sales rep and is such a legend, we had a great time meeting her and her New York buddies over some Mexican for lunch. We also granted Jill some temporary Australian citizenship because she requested that we bring her some Vegemite from Australia. We could only oblige, spreading the love of Vegemite world wide... did you get it... it was a condiment joke... "spreading the love".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we really wanted to do was go to the live taping of a tv show, either Dave Letterman or Conan O'Brien. It is really hard to get tickets to these shows and you have to turn up early in the morning (9am-12:30pm) and line up to get yourself into the draw for a lottery type ticket system. We decided to do this on the monday morning because it was our last full day there and we were changing accommodation for our final night there, do it all in one big hit we thought. Wouldn't you know it... we slept in! So the plan for the day was wake up early... ambitious I know, pack our back packs put them in storage and get to the Ed Sullivan Theatre by 9:30am. We got there at 12:15pm wondering what the hell is wrong with us. The tickets are allocated via a lottery as mentioned earlier, so you put your name down and cross your fingers that you get called back in the afternoon to watch the nights taping. We got talking to one of the staff members Paul and were having a laugh with him when i mentioned that we didn't have any credit on our phones... he pulled us aside and said "At 3:30 this afternoon meet me at the corner of 46th and Broadway and i'll have your tickets". Nice work Micth and Zobo... it's true you get more with sugar than you do with salt... just ask any of Americas busy diabetes practitioners. Paul was a legend, we had a really good laugh with him later that day and we are now even facebook buddies. So we scored tickets to see Letterman in New York and we were stoked. The show was great fun live and it was really impressive to see how they worked people into a frenzy before the show starts. If you pay close attention you realise that they do it from the moment you line up for tickets... another well oiled machine. Jay-Z and Mary J Blige finished out the show and they were top shelf, so it was just a top day all round... even with the sleep in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to finish off quickly, later that night we bumped into a lovely old man walking his dog. The dogs name was Chi Chi and the owners name was Ralph. Ralph was born in New York City and was 70 something years old. He has never been up the Empire State Building, never been to the Statue of Liberty, never seen a live taping of a tv show and has pretty much never left the island of Manhatten. He was such an interesting guy and almost the highlight of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to blog about and sorry it has taken us ages to get the time to write some more stuff. You can see all of our photos from the link at the top left hand side of this page. I may even update this blog as i go along! Coming soon we'll blog about Vancouver and the flight out from New York... very funny... did we miss the flight or did we make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for stopping by, although we are far away you guys are not far from thought... much Love MitchnZobo xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-3016185839748992402?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3016185839748992402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=3016185839748992402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3016185839748992402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3016185839748992402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York New York'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-3646714122265133996</id><published>2008-04-10T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:02:16.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We didn't change our undies for 71 hours!</title><content type='html'>First things first, news came through on our journeys that our friends Laura and Bill got engaged so a massive congrats to the two of you! We hope all your best wishes and dreams come true! Sorry for putting this congrats under the heading "We didn't change our undies for 71 hours!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 25th of March we jumped on a Greyhound in San Diego California.... destination New York City... arrival date 28th March... 3200 miles away.... yes miles. Do you want me to do the conversion for you... 5149.88800 km... mammoth right! The reason? Well when we initially did planning for the trip we realised that it was going to save us about $600... that is $600 to spend elsewhere and we thought that we would be able to see lots of America... once again putting a positive spin on a potential negative! We travelled through California, Utah, Colorado, Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Ohio, Pennsylvania and finally New York Sate... geez! If someone had asked us in Australia, 'Would you get on a Greyhound from Cairns to Perth for 71 hours straight?" we would have told them they were possessed by a retarded ghost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first night we kept on saying to each other "this is ok, we'll be fine" because when you look at your ticket you can see scheduled breaks along the way. 1 hour in Vegas, 2 hours in Denver, 1.5 hours in Chicago. In our minds we thought great! Time to take a walk, grab some food etc etc... did that get to happen? No! The buses make so many stops that they quickly get behind and then they don't plan for stuff like bad traffic, federal police getting on the bus to check for drugs and bombs and massive, massive snow falls! All of which happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_8MHpUgc0I/AAAAAAAABZI/HmW94LXJxp0/s1600-h/PICT2866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_8MHpUgc0I/AAAAAAAABZI/HmW94LXJxp0/s400/PICT2866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187878621244584770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;Simon in Las Vegas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_8MHJUgczI/AAAAAAAABZA/qEfI3CR7Qm0/s1600-h/PICT2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_8MHJUgczI/AAAAAAAABZA/qEfI3CR7Qm0/s400/PICT2870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187878612654650162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;How yankee doodle can you get, two old mates in the middle of no where at a gas station shooting the breeze!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one stop in the middle of no where this guy gets on the front of the bus and says "Hi ya'll i'm from the federal police and we're just gonna take a quick moment to have a chat and check the bus for any drugs, alcohol or explosives, ya'll don't mind do you?" That 'quick moment' took over an hour... there went that 2 hours in Denver considering we were already running an hour late! So as you can imagine 'time spent on the bus' was getting greater and greater... Along the way there was driver changes, obviously for safety reasons. You could tell each drivers favourite place to eat... because they would pull over for a rest and to give us the chance to stretch our legs. They would pull over at one of three places, a roadside dinner, McDonalds or Burger King. Gross! Try eating healthy with those options. We stuck to these rules. No burgers, no hot dogs and no sugar loaded drinks! That way we were able to feel somewhat healthy and Simon wouldn't load up the bus with flatulence! The bus drivers were interesting themselves, we had a big mean lezzer who liked to show who was boss, an over friendly fella who just thought every mountain and piece of countryside was beautiful, the mumbler (we could never understand his announcements) Queen latifah she drove like a maniac and old mate who felt like he was falling asleep sometimes... occasionally the bus would run over the sleep markers on the side of the road and wake everyone up. We later named them the "Oh Shit lines!"&lt;br /&gt;At one stage we thought we were going to die... we were hitting the road through the upper mid east (Ohio) and it was snowing very, very heavily. So heavily that truck drivers and the majority of the people on the road had pulled over so that they didn't veer of the road, flip, roll, catch fire and die. What does the Greyhound driver do... hit mach speed like Maverick in a F-14 fighter jet. Crazy son of a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus there were some really weird characters, lots of mexicans, trailer parkies and quite possibly some convicted criminals! One of our favourites was this massive bloke who was a splitting image of Eddie Murphy (Mr Klump) in the 'Nutty Professor'. Not kidding either the guy was huge and he spoke just like him too! He got on the bus an mumbled all the way up the aisle... "Oh man there's so many people on this here bus, how am i gonna get a seat up in here". He did find a seat, right behind us. Hmmm that made it hard to recline. He snored and had smelly breath, so when he really got going it would waft  over our seats... eeeew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the back end of the trip we changed onto a really nice bus. Bigger seats, more foot space and tv's too! We got to travel  on that little puppy for about a day and a half! It was on said bus where Simon and Zoe experienced a very surreal moment! It was the middle of the night, we had just made our last stop for about 4 hours and we had just finished watching the movie "Dunstan Checks In" a dodgy 1990's kids movie. Before we hit the road from Macca's number 37 the bus driver put a new movie on and hit the road. The feature film started... It was... get ready for it... "The Man from Snowy River"... starring Tom Burlinson. Are you serious... On a greyhound bus at 1:30 am, in the United States of America, in the middle of nowhere watching the man from Snowy River on a bus full of yankee doodles with the Nutty Professor swallowing 3 big macs (patties, buns and special sauce in one go). Simon had never seen the film all the way through before so he watched the entire thing and fell asleep to the nausiating smell of special sauce! Zoe woke up to the nausiating smell of special sauce in a panic yelling, my neck, my neck ive killed my neck. She had fallen asleep in the worst possible position and Simon had to physically lift her chin up to help her! Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_8MH5Ugc1I/AAAAAAAABZQ/UdmfgrwE5tY/s1600-h/PICT2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_8MH5Ugc1I/AAAAAAAABZQ/UdmfgrwE5tY/s400/PICT2871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187878625539552082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;We named this photo "The Banshee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 28th of March, 3 days after setting off from San Diego we arrived in the monstrosity that is New York City! Thank christ, we finally got a shower and the chance to peel off our undies and socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would we do it again? No! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love Mitch N Zobo xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. On the top left hand side of the page you can click onto a link for all of our photos on picasa web albums. You don't have to be a member to log in, you can just view all of our photos, thanks again for stopping by and feel free to leave a comment it is nice to know you are alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-3646714122265133996?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3646714122265133996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=3646714122265133996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3646714122265133996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3646714122265133996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-didnt-change-our-undies-for-71-hours.html' title='We didn&apos;t change our undies for 71 hours!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_8MHpUgc0I/AAAAAAAABZI/HmW94LXJxp0/s72-c/PICT2866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-1297022238354316458</id><published>2008-03-30T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:09:00.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drive, Disneyland and San Diego... don't forget Mexico!</title><content type='html'>Welcome back and thanks for coming! Keep up the comments too it is nice to hear from you every now and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you playing at home here goes... We are having an amazing time and are only arguing 1.3 times a day on average... quite good considering we only have each others company, one Ipod and a Mac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DRIVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we drove from San Francisco all the way down to San Diego with a stop in LA and Disneyland in between! The drive from San Francisco to LA was unreal! The scenery is unbelievable and some of the stop offs in between are great to see too. Watching people surf killed Simon because he wanted to run out and join them, technically you could say paddle out because it is water but for those of you who thought that, you can jam it! The drive took a lot longer than expected and we didn't reach LA until later in the evening... 9:30pm to be exact... we will not comment on whether this was Zoe's bad navigational skills or whether it was actually Zoe's bad navigational skills! Yeah we kind of left late too.... One of the fave spots along the way was Santa Cruz... cute little town! We also bought some sunflower seeds to chew and spit to help pass the time and it seriously does help... plus it was a very Yankee doodle thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_R-fyvTlAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NZKX05DilDU/s1600-h/PICT2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_R-fyvTlAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NZKX05DilDU/s400/PICT2604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184908155671516162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_R-gCvTlBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Q66vQUFQ-RE/s1600-h/PICT2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_R-gCvTlBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Q66vQUFQ-RE/s400/PICT2603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184908159966483474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_R-gSvTlCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ewPCYJqZvwk/s1600-h/PICT2620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_R-gSvTlCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ewPCYJqZvwk/s400/PICT2620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184908164261450786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_R-givTlDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AhGiqWQvLW4/s1600-h/PICT2629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_R-givTlDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AhGiqWQvLW4/s400/PICT2629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184908168556418098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISNEYLAND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland was a dream come true for Zoe, she has wanted to go there ever since she was a little munchkin! She was in her element! It is a really full on day and an early start is essential to beat the crowds! We didn't get an early start... does anyone see a common theme here. Disneyland is a well oiled machine. As soon as you arrive the car park is highly organised, car park attendants at every turn guiding you right into a car park so that people don't cram the place up going for pole position car parks. You then follow the crowd to the escalators and take the ride down to the Disneyland trams... at this point you have a birds eye view of everyone lining up for the trams that take you on a 3-4 minute journey... not even to the front gates. It is at this time you wish that you had got that crucial early start! Once you get off the tram its an easy walk to the front gates where you decide... Disneyland... California Adventure Park or both... we decided to just do Disneyland and do it well! Good choice too because it was super busy, up to 70 minute waits for rides... that will be repeated 70 minute waits.... are you serious! It turns out in all our wisdom we couldn't have picked a busier weekend.. Easter and Spring break combined! Go team Mitch and Zoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is huge and we had soooo much fun (please note the use of four o's to emphasise how much fun was had), lucky they have a fast track system that lets you register for a ride at a given time so that you can head off and come back at said time to join almost the front of the line. Here are some photo's of the day, the park is open until midnight and there is a cool fireworks display every night as well as a show themed to "Fantasia". We didn't get home until about midnight and we were completely stuffed! Highlight of the day... Space Mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SAOyvTlEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/b5lmtOJl5qA/s1600-h/PICT2643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SAOyvTlEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/b5lmtOJl5qA/s400/PICT2643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184910062636995650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SAPSvTlFI/AAAAAAAAALA/QnpPIwjprFA/s1600-h/PICT2655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SAPSvTlFI/AAAAAAAAALA/QnpPIwjprFA/s400/PICT2655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184910071226930258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SAPivTlGI/AAAAAAAAALI/X3zmPyYJO9E/s1600-h/PICT2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SAPivTlGI/AAAAAAAAALI/X3zmPyYJO9E/s400/PICT2657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184910075521897570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SAPyvTlHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sJC0nKfX1p4/s1600-h/PICT2666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SAPyvTlHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sJC0nKfX1p4/s400/PICT2666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184910079816864882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SAQCvTlII/AAAAAAAAALY/NfDuF40C6aM/s1600-h/PICT2699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SAQCvTlII/AAAAAAAAALY/NfDuF40C6aM/s400/PICT2699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184910084111832194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ROUTE TO SAN DIEGO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we had to be up early to make sure that we packed our backpacks, got the hotel breakfast before 10, check out before 11 and then hit the road! The alarms went off at 7am and we woke up at 9:58! Well played guys... behind the 8 ball again! Idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about the late start (we like to make positives out of these scenarios) was that San Diego is only about 150 miles from LA compared to the whopping 550-600 miles from San Fran to LA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SBrivTlJI/AAAAAAAAALg/HxdCfFwUHcs/s1600-h/PICT2745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SBrivTlJI/AAAAAAAAALg/HxdCfFwUHcs/s400/PICT2745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184911656069862546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SBryvTlKI/AAAAAAAAALo/pkQKVP6FBG8/s1600-h/PICT2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SBryvTlKI/AAAAAAAAALo/pkQKVP6FBG8/s400/PICT2751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184911660364829858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the road and got some great stops along the way... Hunntington Beach, Laguna Beach and the Shell Service Station on the Interstate 5 highway! By the end of the trip through Orange County Simon was at critical mass due to Zoes constant references to The OC and Laguna Beach... Zoe they aren't real people... they are paid actors! We rolled into San Diego at around 2:30 in the afternoon! We stayed at the Hi-International Hostel which was fantastic, loads of activities and information for you to soak up... plus free pancakes in the morning! Right in the heart of the city in the Gas Lamp Quarter... such a great place! Highly recommend visiting San Diego! We would have loved to have spent some more time in San Diego itself because there is so much to check out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our main day there we had a choice to make... Day trip to Tijuanna (Mexico) or wonder about San Diego. Naturally we chose Mexico, when would we get the chance to get there again? So we headed down to cross the border... potentially difficult right? No... they let everyone cross the border into Mexico, the Mexican border security was reading a celebrity magazine at his desk while everyone strolls on by, unreal. We found Tijuanna a little depressing and fascinating at the same time. They go a long way to try and get you into their stores and restaurants and some parents send their children up to you to give them money for bracelets and or gum. The children follow you down the street tugging at your arm the whole time. Beer and burritos are dead cheap too! At one stage Zoe was trying on a hat in a store, Simon was waiting impatiently outside, he was offered cocaine for 2000 pesos! Lets just say we had a great night... kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SBsSvTlLI/AAAAAAAAALw/ujzVV1oubY8/s1600-h/PICT2781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SBsSvTlLI/AAAAAAAAALw/ujzVV1oubY8/s400/PICT2781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184911668954764466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SBsivTlMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/p6pq2W9WCGA/s1600-h/PICT2786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SBsivTlMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/p6pq2W9WCGA/s400/PICT2786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184911673249731778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SBsyvTlNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WxjF3mwidFQ/s1600-h/PICT2804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_SBsyvTlNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WxjF3mwidFQ/s400/PICT2804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184911677544699090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day of walking we crossed the border back into the US without too much hassle and made our way back to San Diego for a bite to eat. It was at this point we  realised that we had one sleep to contemplate the Greyhound bus ride that we were taking the next day. San Diego to New York, 3200 miles, 71 hours on the bus. We did the math, wrestled with our hearts and minds and decided not to do the same distance on the way home from New York to Vancouver via a bus. This meant that we missed out on catching up with our friends Anna and John in Banff on the way home, gutted! We will see them in a month when they move to Vancouver so we can look forward to that! Cranium will be on like donkey kong... except some questions may be Canadian trivia???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will blog soon on the Greyhound ride... the title may read something like this... "I wore the same undies for 71 hours!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by! Love to you all Mitch and Zoe xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-1297022238354316458?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1297022238354316458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=1297022238354316458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1297022238354316458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1297022238354316458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/03/drive-disneyland-and-san-diego-dont.html' title='The Drive, Disneyland and San Diego... don&apos;t forget Mexico!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R_R-fyvTlAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NZKX05DilDU/s72-c/PICT2604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-7799782147116356604</id><published>2008-03-24T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:18:57.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype!</title><content type='html'>We have a skype account up and running if any one wants to add us to their contacts, search either SImon Mitchell, sjm.mitchell@gmail.com or Mitchnzobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that should work we are still learning our way around it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love Simon and Zoe xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-7799782147116356604?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7799782147116356604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=7799782147116356604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/7799782147116356604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/7799782147116356604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/03/skype.html' title='Skype!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-3541827382683689086</id><published>2008-03-22T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:46:10.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote board: An idea from our Kiwi friends Anna and John!</title><content type='html'>Update....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our everyday lives we find that we say the stupidest things... Our friends Anna and John put any silly quotes of thiers onto a quote board so we have decided to make our blogspot a quote board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting today on the drive to Los Angeles: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon: Wow look at the way the water crashes up against the ocean (Meaning: Look at the way the ocean crashes up against the rocks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: I must say 65 is quite slow for a highway (Simon's response... Ummm its miles per hour Zoe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: Its so weird driving on the left hand side... I can't tell when there is someone on my right hand side... how do i do that? (Simon's response... Look over your right shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon: How good is this LA weather... its sheets and t-shorts! (Meaning: It's shorts and t-shirts...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: So is Mexico a big state in America? (Meaning: Is Mexico a big country... said whilst looking at a map of America... hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: Look thats the steam that makes Marilyn Manson's dress go up in the air... Ummm Marilyn Monroe... whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: I feel like a turtle with my life backed in my back (referring to how wearing a back pack made her feel like a turtle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 6th of April...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: It's good that you had a photo picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-TEoivTkJI/AAAAAAAAACo/HOYYoZp327Y/s1600-h/PICT2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-TEoivTkJI/AAAAAAAAACo/HOYYoZp327Y/s400/PICT2625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180481672181944466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-3541827382683689086?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3541827382683689086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=3541827382683689086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3541827382683689086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/3541827382683689086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/03/quote-board-idea-from-our-kiwi-friends.html' title='Quote board: An idea from our Kiwi friends Anna and John!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-TEoivTkJI/AAAAAAAAACo/HOYYoZp327Y/s72-c/PICT2625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-1579885472034616189</id><published>2008-03-21T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:12:43.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco</title><content type='html'>Update... 22nd March... We forgot to mention that there was a small Earthquake when we were in San Francisco. It was in a place called Dublin, California. We found out from the Cable Car driver later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly... wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco... what an amazing place! We have had a great couple of days here is San Fran. It is like so many cities moulded into one. We have walked around for the last couple of days with our mouths open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly is everything you would expect to see and more! One of the great things is that the hotel we booked into has turned out to be bloody brilliant. It was $60 a night so to be honest we really weren't expecting much but its great, big room, cute little balcony, very nice bathroom, free internet, free breakfast and it is right in the middle of downtown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been walking everywhere... man are we tired, we have also been enjoying the old school cable cars. Yesterday we hired some bikes to ride across to the Golden Gate Bridge and it was such a great day. We made the mistake of not dressing for the occasion... Simon wore shorts and Zoe set out in just a t-shirt.... ahaha within 10 minutes Zoe had bought herself a token "San Francisco" jumper and Simon was ready to cry and go home. Like troupers though we ploughed on and the sun came out to play a little later. When we first started out we were riding into the wind and it was awful... we were cycling so slow that some people jogging on the same path ran past us... very embarrassing! There are some photo's below which show how cloudy and foggy it was early and then how much it cleared up a little later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-S1LivTkEI/AAAAAAAAACA/vEeeNAPnheM/s1600-h/PICT2429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-S1LivTkEI/AAAAAAAAACA/vEeeNAPnheM/s400/PICT2429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180464681291321410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-S1LyvTkFI/AAAAAAAAACI/r3LWgsuEwbc/s1600-h/PICT2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-S1LyvTkFI/AAAAAAAAACI/r3LWgsuEwbc/s400/PICT2431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180464685586288722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-S2GCvTkGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KaZXd-onFm8/s1600-h/PICT2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-S2GCvTkGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KaZXd-onFm8/s400/PICT2434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180465686313668706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-S2GSvTkHI/AAAAAAAAACY/0APKcn-IiEQ/s1600-h/PICT2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-S2GSvTkHI/AAAAAAAAACY/0APKcn-IiEQ/s400/PICT2462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180465690608636018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-S2GivTkII/AAAAAAAAACg/MUC1T9byQWQ/s1600-h/PICT2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-S2GivTkII/AAAAAAAAACg/MUC1T9byQWQ/s400/PICT2480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180465694903603330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like we were there on different days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept the bikes for most of the day and rode around some of the less steep streets! We made our way to the "Crookedest Street" in the world, Lombard Street and rode down that too. We've been hanging out at so many places from movies and tv shows it has been a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Thursday, we caught the bus to a street called Haight Street and went shopping. They have a lot of vintage clothing shops on Haight Street. It was crazy, we only spent about $150 dollars but came out with four 5 jackets, 4 t-shirts, 1 pair of shoes and a really nice carry bag! No joke either... every time we were in a vintage shop we heard Aussie music... it was very odd... It started with Madison Avenue "Who the Hell are you?", then CDB "Lets Groove" and finally SIlverchair "World Upon Your Shoulders"... very funny! It was the first time Simon has really enjoyed clothes shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-N0wyvTkDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/co-ksjbnw8A/s1600-h/PICT2547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-N0wyvTkDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/co-ksjbnw8A/s400/PICT2547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180112378008932402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from shopping we caught the bus back to the centre of the city and there was this very random native San Francisco man on it. He was having a beef with the bus driver over where he could put his bag and then started calling himself the devil because he couldn't follow rules... He kept going on about it for ages and naturally we found him very funny and started talking to him. Turns out he used to be a street performer and has been selling feather earrings in California for 25 years. Before we got off at our stop he gave Zoe a pair of earrings from his bag that the bus driver wouldn't let him put on a shelf at the front. Welcome to San Fran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also marks a really big day for us... we bought a lap top computer! Woot woot... connected to the big world now. It is something we have wanted to do for a while but never got around to it and we came across the apple store here in San Fran and got a good deal, so we are really happy! Over here it is amazing how many places have free wire less internet, you can practically get it any where so we will be making the most of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got to run, must be up early for the drive down to Los Angeles tomorrow morning! We can't wait, apparently the coast line is amazing! Thanks for stopping by, take care, Mitch n Zobo xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on the blue question mark below it should take you to the San Fran photo's from my facebook page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=33295&amp;l=8ebd8&amp;id=598156728"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=33295&amp;l=8ebd8&amp;id=598156728" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-1579885472034616189?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1579885472034616189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=1579885472034616189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1579885472034616189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/1579885472034616189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/03/san-francisco.html' title='San Francisco'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-S1LivTkEI/AAAAAAAAACA/vEeeNAPnheM/s72-c/PICT2429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-6840679589894794624</id><published>2008-03-19T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:28:04.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver cont'd</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for your messages! The blog is a great idea but it is also another thing to log into along with hotmail, myspace, facebook, and bigboobs.com so please forgive us if initially the are few and far between! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love this city it is top shelf... we have some highlights and lowlights for you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights... the city being so close to some ski fields, the people are very freindly, you can choose to pay for public transport if you want (yes you can get in trouble for it), you can get a slice of pizza for $1.50, sushi is dead cheap, did we mention the public transport is good, we've been ski-ing twice in a week, Canadians have th funniest accents... right... eh, and we have found a place to live a one bedroom apartment in Downtown Vancouver! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights... the amount of homeless people... unbeleivable, its cold we aren't used to it, the hostel we booked into was a bit dodgy, Simon shrinking Zoe's clothes in the dryer... whooops... that turned into a highlight for Zoe... new clothes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically we can't wait to travel around America and then we can't wait to get back from travelling around America to settle into our new place... Soon we are heading to Disneyland, brilliant... forgive us if we are repeating anything from the last blog... Update from San Fran soon! Love Mitch n Zobo xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;A href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-H-9CvTj_I/AAAAAAAAABY/oHLMZzJu9tE/s1600-h/PICT2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179701371113541618 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-H-9CvTj_I/AAAAAAAAABY/oHLMZzJu9tE/s400/PICT2298.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Grabbing a hot dog on Robson Street &lt;A href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-H-9yvTkAI/AAAAAAAAABg/Kdnddh8wDc4/s1600-h/PICT2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179701383998443522 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-H-9yvTkAI/AAAAAAAAABg/Kdnddh8wDc4/s400/PICT2362.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Hitting the Granville Island markets on a Sunday morning &lt;A href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-H--yvTkBI/AAAAAAAAABo/3OC_Fshej6E/s1600-h/PICT2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179701401178312722 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-H--yvTkBI/AAAAAAAAABo/3OC_Fshej6E/s400/PICT2363.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Chinatown: This is all of the dried food we were talking about in the first blog... unreal! &lt;A href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-H-_ivTkCI/AAAAAAAAABw/kwCyHUxCC1I/s1600-h/PICT2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179701414063214626 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-H-_ivTkCI/AAAAAAAAABw/kwCyHUxCC1I/s400/PICT2364.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Bloody dried everything! One day we saw a pigeon picking its way through some of it... note to self... do not buy dried food from Chinatown: May contain bird flu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-6840679589894794624?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6840679589894794624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=6840679589894794624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/6840679589894794624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/6840679589894794624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/03/vancouver-contd.html' title='Vancouver cont&apos;d'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R-H-9CvTj_I/AAAAAAAAABY/oHLMZzJu9tE/s72-c/PICT2298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930931939365402575.post-6517131194414700977</id><published>2008-03-11T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:27:02.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver BC</title><content type='html'>Hi all! We will attmept to do some blogs every now and again! Please feel free to leave a message it is nice to hear from you! Well here we are in Vancouver... awesome place... a little cold but still awesome all the same. Everyone speaks funny but i guess that is because they are Canadian! There are a few things to talk about so here we go;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Wedding:&lt;/u&gt; Two days before we left Australia we got married... it was an awesome night and the best night of our lives... much fun was had which is more than we could have asked for! A huge thanks to Tim, Sue, Deborah and Jim for making it all happen! Thanks to everyone who helped us on our way over seas as well, we were very over whelmed... and of course thanks to Zoe and I... just because!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Plane Ride:&lt;/u&gt; 14 hours non stop baby! Wow... did i mention baby... we had a two year old in front of us and the little bastard screamed and cried for a mean average of 13 hours! Damn... if we ever had thoughts of having kids they have been put back a few years... that Mum on the plane was public enemy number one. Having said that the plane trip was pretty good. The staff were really friendly, we got free movies and music all the way... and.... and the food was awesome. The best part was the fact that the guy sitting next to me got moved and Zobo and i got to share three seats together! That = heaven on a 14 hour flight! Once we got to the airport getting our Visa's was so easy! It all took about 10 minutes tops for both of us to get through, grabbed our bags and we were out of there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Getting to the hostel:&lt;/u&gt; It was a little confusing but thanks to the bus drivers we practically got there for free! Woot woot! We love Canadians! It was funny when we got off of the bus to get to the Hostel the driver said... take care around this area sometimes its not nice hey! Thanks we like you too mate! So far we have had no problems... he musn't like Asians because we have to walk through China town to get there... racist! Hahaha! Oh man and speaking of China town... wowser did you know how much dried food there is there... dried fish, squid, shrimp, mussels, crab, banana even the lady selling the stuff was dried up and old! On the first night there i set the fire alarm off because i left the kettle on for too long... whoops! It also went off another two times from some other people cooking... so we had some disrupted sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vancouver:&lt;/u&gt; We have stumbled around the last couple of days trying to find stuff, we found a few underground malls.... huge and underground because it helps keep them warm! Today we found a street called 'Robson Street'! Awesome place, Zoe found some wicked boots to keep her toes warm and i found a really nice jacket! Hopefully they stand the test of time and the cold weather! We also got our social security numbers today which is basically like a tax file number, so we are trying to get all that kind of stuff sorted out... we promise to get phones, that way we can speak to you soon! Yesterday we went up Grouse mountain which is the mountain you can see in the background of Vanvouver photos! Unreal place... not snowing in Vancouver, 20 minutes later you are up a Mountain and it is -3 degrees and a ski field! It was so much fun. It was our first day in the snow together and we had a blast! We are going back this weekend with our Aussie friends Kiah and Kasia who also live in Vancouver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we love this place it is really nice and tomorrow we are going to check out the sea wall which is apparently a bloody awesome walk! We will write a new blog soon. Most likely on the road in America, we head there on Monday! Thanks for reading and write a message if you can! There are some photo's below too! Take care M and Z xo &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nS98Hj0CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aBnjyTOotsg/s1600-h/s598156728_730140_4140.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nS-MHj0DI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jFWpvfWj3FU/s1600-h/s598156728_730133_7378.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nS-cHj0EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HzPERKsEnzY/s1600-h/s598156728_730142_5880.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nS-8Hj0FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0B1093JIP_w/s1600-h/s598156728_730144_4703.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle of the run Grouse Mtn thats Vancouver in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nVasHj0II/AAAAAAAAAA4/okMCeEn4bus/s1600-h/s598156728_730140_4140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177403901135278210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nVasHj0II/AAAAAAAAAA4/okMCeEn4bus/s400/s598156728_730140_4140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simons first day boarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nVa8Hj0JI/AAAAAAAAABA/_6qOBdpHnnM/s1600-h/s598156728_730133_7378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177403905430245522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nVa8Hj0JI/AAAAAAAAABA/_6qOBdpHnnM/s400/s598156728_730133_7378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe posing outside a cute little hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nVa8Hj0KI/AAAAAAAAABI/BmfE4sJ2MAw/s1600-h/s598156728_730142_5880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177403905430245538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nVa8Hj0KI/AAAAAAAAABI/BmfE4sJ2MAw/s400/s598156728_730142_5880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the cable car to get up the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nVbMHj0LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j_HvVpWxneM/s1600-h/s598156728_730144_4703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177403909725212850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nVbMHj0LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j_HvVpWxneM/s400/s598156728_730144_4703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930931939365402575-6517131194414700977?l=mitchnzobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6517131194414700977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930931939365402575&amp;postID=6517131194414700977' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/6517131194414700977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930931939365402575/posts/default/6517131194414700977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchnzobo.blogspot.com/2008/03/vancouver-bc.html' title='Vancouver BC'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02571303530251967022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/S0O_0YYzWFI/AAAAAAAAF00/Tu8GnLuQl60/S220/PICT0277.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeX14DdwMEg/R9nVasHj0II/AAAAAAAAAA4/okMCeEn4bus/s72-c/s598156728_730140_4140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
