<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425</id><updated>2009-02-20T19:59:46.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suitcase Jenny</title><subtitle type='html'>The world is my closet...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113174551863448171</id><published>2005-11-11T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T13:48:49.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marine Reserve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10128.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10128.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is a waterfall we saw, if you look closely we are little dots on the picture by the waterfall. It was really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that I didn't take pictures of the marine reserve. It was so beautiful, but I think I just wanted a day to relax without having to worry about my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach at the marine reserve was a black sand beach, volcanos cause this. The water was so clear, everyone went snorkeling except me, I chose to stand out on this rock wall and watch the giant stingrays swim. There must have been 10 of them. They were probably the size of your couch in length. They were just amazing. Then I waded into the water with some bread in hand, I didn't even get it in the water, I just had it on the surface and a huge fish came up and ate the whole piece! Then I could feel them swimming all around me touching my legs, it took a while to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to awknowledge the Canadian Veterans today since it is Rememberance Day. I can't believe that Alberta doesn't awknowledge this day as a stat holiday. Thankyou to the Veterans for fighting for us and dying for us. I cried all morning while watching the ceremonies in Ottawa, my Grandfather was in WW2, but he passed away a few years ago. He attended the ceremonies in Montreal every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113174551863448171?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113174551863448171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113174551863448171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113174551863448171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113174551863448171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/marine-reserve.html' title='Marine Reserve'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113168358498213207</id><published>2005-11-10T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:39:00.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Minute Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I had to take a picture of this bathroom, because I knew no one would believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked over to use the washroom, I could hear this alarm going off and as I got closer one of the guys came out of it. We didn't know what was going on, until we read the sign. It said that if you are in the washroom for more than 10 minutes that the door will automatically open and the alarm will go off. Dont believe me? Read the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These washrooms were all electronic, when the door shut music would come on, something that sounded like twinkle twinkle played with one key on a piano. The toilet paper was despensed automatically along with the sinks, and papertowel machine also being automatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure that you are not constipated or have diahrea when you use this toilet or esle you will be stuck on the toilet trying to close the door and if you dont succeed, a stranger could walk in on you when they hear the alarm go off and come running to see what's the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember...you get a one minute warning.  A friendly voice comes on over the heavenly music to let you know you have one minute to get your pants up, or you will be made public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113168358498213207?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113168358498213207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113168358498213207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113168358498213207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113168358498213207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-minute-warning.html' title='One Minute Warning'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113151470388043293</id><published>2005-11-08T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:38:23.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Water Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10123.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10123.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of us relaxing before heading off to the hot water beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hot Water Beach is a beach where if you dig in the right spot, natural HOT water will appear.  You dig when the tide is low and then you mix the cooler ocean water with the hot water and you have yourself a nice warm hot tub made of sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we saw around 20-30 people all waiting for the tide to go down, it happens pretty late when the sun is close to setting.  You need to bring a shovel.  We didnt have any but we heard a rumor that the hostel had some that we could use,  so the guys waited at the beach, while Tash and I went to get them.  Off we drove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to reserve some beds but the lady said that we had better hurry up and get back there or we would miss it.  She said that there was plenty of room and not to worry and that we should be done way before closing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went, when we got to the beach I was so excited that I dont remember much of what happend when I got out of the car, I just remember running over to help dig and jump in.  It was so cool and everyone was having a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon when the sun was almost set, everyone started to leave so we decided to pack up too.  One of the guys asked me where the car keys were.  I just stood there for a minute and realized that I had no idea, along with a lot of other things that I thought I had.  I found most of my stuff thrown all over the beach out of excitement, except the keys.  Oh boy...So we stood around for a while...freezing...because we had left the towels in the locked car.  Now everyone was pretty much gone and just us five were there.  Now it was dark, really dark.   And wouldn't you know it... rain.  Atleast we were still in our bathing suits.  The guys were huddled near the washrooms and Tash and I were in a phone booth.  It was ice cold and we had nothing except our bathing suits and no one was around.  Since it was so dark it made finding the keys a little bit tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am in a situation like this, I laugh out of nervousness, Tash didnt think I should be laughing and she was really upset at me.  What could I do?  Finally one of the guys came over to the phone booth and said that he thought there was a spare one under the car in some hole, so we went over there (we meaning him and I, Tash wouldnt help because it was my fault and she was pissed.) in the wind and rain, practically naked and looked, couldnt find it, so back to the phone booth.  Then after around 15 minutes of Tash going on about how careless I am and how I lose everything, I ran out to look again for the life of me and in hopes of saving my sanity.  I just got excited when I saw everyone digging on the beach.  As I walked over alone, again, to the car, there they were!  I found them!  They were on top of the car.  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the hostel!  Well we arrived a few minutes after they had closed and we were out of luck.  I could feel the tension as I tried my hardest not to laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we ended up having to sleep sitting up, inside the car in a parking lot.  It really sucked because everyone was in a bad mood, we were wet, dirty, cold, and tired, and at the end of the day, because of me,  we got the luxury of a wonderful nights sleep in a wet stinky small car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was a long one and it took quite a while for everyone to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kill myself!  I live for stories like these, maybe that's why I laugh when it's happening because I know its going to be a great story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113151470388043293?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113151470388043293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113151470388043293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113151470388043293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113151470388043293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/hot-water-beach.html' title='Hot Water Beach'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113151142395166347</id><published>2005-11-08T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:43:43.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10124.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10124.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture that we thought was really cool because you can see vegetation, sand, and water all in one shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113151142395166347?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113151142395166347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113151142395166347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113151142395166347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113151142395166347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113129540183382270</id><published>2005-11-06T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:43:21.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming Parrots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10123.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10123.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10124.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10124.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the Coromanel Peninsula. The pic of the tree is the biggest tree in NZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was driving I said that the car felt really funny so we stopped and saw that it was a flat tire. Big surprise. Our car wont start anymore either, we all have to push start it and then quickly jump in. We were quite the site in the supermarket parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally made it to the Coromandel, we stopped in a little fishing town to get some food. There was really only one place to eat, so we went in. It was kind of like a pub, there were pool tables in the middle and an old fashioned looking bar. There was one large round table left, so we went in and sat down. I went and put on some tunes from the juke box. Finally our food came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere we heard really loud squaking. We didnt even see it, it was a huge parrot just beside us on his cage. He started to hiss and squawk louder....and louder. We didnt know what to do, but what we did know, was why no one was sitting at this table. We were all red like tomatos with laughter and the more he squawked, the more we laughed.  Finally the waitress came over and told us we were upsetting the bird and that we should give him a french fry. So we did and he was quite content. Everyone was staring at us now, and it was really uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are now on our way to the famous hot water beach, where you can make your own little hot tubs on the beach with natural hot water that comes up throught the sand while digging, and I prove to have a real "Moment" Everyone was mad at me for a long time because of this one.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113129540183382270?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113129540183382270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113129540183382270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113129540183382270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113129540183382270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/screaming-parrots.html' title='Screaming Parrots'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113096726584131283</id><published>2005-11-02T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:34:25.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Reinga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10121.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10121.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10122.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10122.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we made it! The Northern most point of New Zealand. The picture with the white lighthouse is where we are heading to, and the picture with the directions is the actual tip. It points to all the major city centers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freezing! I thought that our whole trip would be hot so I didnt bring pants. The closest thing I had was those red things you see me wear from time to time that I picked up in the cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember where we slept that night. Some beach somewhere. I just have flashbacks of us driving down long roads towards the beach hoping that it may take us there. One night we ended up in this really creepy place in this wooded area, but we left in a hurry because I am sure it was called Psychoville.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113096726584131283?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113096726584131283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113096726584131283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113096726584131283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113096726584131283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/cape-reinga.html' title='Cape Reinga'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113090359743460298</id><published>2005-11-01T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:53:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10120.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10120.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10119.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10119.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the mid point by the sand dune, we got out for a while to rest because it was a pretty intense ride. We were bouncing all over the place and the water was completely covering the car non stop! We had the wipers as fast as they could go and we couldnt stop laughing. When we stopped, everything in the car started to take on a life of its own. The lights would flash on and off and everything went crazy. After that, the car never worked the same again. When we got out, all the people from the bus wanted to talk to us. We ran up to the top of the sand dune, but Tash stayed behind and took the picture of us up on top. This old lady was too afraid to go down on her board so she gave it to me and it was fun! If you look at the bottom of the sand dune picture you can see the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued on following the bus and then finally we made it. We got out and took a picture to mark the end of that adventure. We then continued on to Cape Reinga, we stopped at a local place to eat first and I met a cool guy who was biking all over New Zealand, he was European and he gave me some food, because I didnt like what I had there. He was a really cool person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113090359743460298?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113090359743460298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113090359743460298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113090359743460298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113090359743460298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-made-it.html' title='We Made it!'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113080198529644776</id><published>2005-10-31T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:42:31.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt this program for a news update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Brynn%206%20Mos%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Brynn%206%20Mos%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is off topic, but I thought I would let everyone know that I have written our MP to change some laws around these parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protecting the criminal is what we as Canadians seem to do quite well. As of Dec 15/04 a law has been passed that sex offenders once out of jail must register where they live with in 15 days, and also every year after. This is wonderful, except one thing... its not public information and they are protected under the privacy act. I don't agree with this. They are criminals and chances of re-offending are extremely high. We have a right to a picture, and at least the area they are in, if not their address. Our children should have a chance, and if they can recognize offenders and if parents know where they are living, we will all be a lot more safe. Protect the upstanding citizens and forget about protecting sex offenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep everyone updated about how this goes. I am determined to help change this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113080198529644776?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113080198529644776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113080198529644776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113080198529644776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113080198529644776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-interrupt-this-program-for-news.html' title='We interrupt this program for a news update'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113077676236778260</id><published>2005-10-31T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:39:22.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Paki Stream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10117.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10117.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10118.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10118.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it up as far as we could driving North on the 90 Mile Beach. We decided to go up to the last possible road we could take off the beach so we could head North to the tip at Cape Reinga. (The Northern most point of New Zealand) After we drove a few hours, we got to a point where the beach sort of just ended. We knew where we were but we couldnt find the road. So we got out and walked around a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt know what to do because to go back to the closest road that we had already passed, would take all day long and we really didnt want to do that. We sat in the car for a while stumped, while out of nowhere this huge bus came by. It was so strange. We got out and asked the bus driver where the road was that was on this map that we had. He laughed a while, and then pointed over into nowhere. We said that we didnt understand, all that was over there was this river. He said, "exactly, that river IS the road!". So we got out and went to take a look, it was around a foot deep which is a lot, especially for a little Sigma. Then we said "well it can't be that long" the driver said well its around a half hour drive". We couldnt believe this! The driver told us to follow behind him up the stream, there was a spot half way up that we could stop where the bus stops to let the poeple go sliding down sand dunes. He told us not to stop until we get there or we would get stuck. So we all hopped into the car and Brody drove up up the stream behind the bus. We could see all of the faces of the people on the bus looking out at us, and they just though it was a riot! So did we, it was quite the scene. 5 adults stuck in this tiny car, trying to drive up a river in the middle of nowhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113077676236778260?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113077676236778260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113077676236778260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113077676236778260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113077676236778260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/te-paki-stream.html' title='Te Paki Stream'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113060994856195311</id><published>2005-10-29T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T11:19:08.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from the 90 Mile Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10118.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10118.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10117.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10117.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113060994856195311?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113060994856195311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113060994856195311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113060994856195311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113060994856195311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/pics-from-90-mile-beach.html' title='Pics from the 90 Mile Beach'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113051499377611736</id><published>2005-10-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T08:56:33.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90 Mile Beach</title><content type='html'>I am having problems uploading pics, so they should follow soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113051499377611736?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113051499377611736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113051499377611736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113051499377611736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113051499377611736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/90-mile-beach_28.html' title='90 Mile Beach'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113051477626502988</id><published>2005-10-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T08:52:56.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90 Mile Beach</title><content type='html'>When we left Auckland we drove all day until sunset towards the 90 Mile Beach.  Its famous because you can drive right on the beach for 90 Miles.   It was a good thing we went there first too because all of us learned to drive standard on the beach, but the shift was on the opposite side, so it was really strange.  When we got there it was like a dream because it was so beautiful and the beach went on forever it was amazing.  We camped there because you can sleep on any beach in NZ for free, its the law.  It makes travelling really cheap.  Luckily they had an extra tent for us so we didnt have to buy one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke up and climbed up the side of the hill to take a good look at the ocean.  We went swimming, and then I noticed a natural waterfall.  It was really small, but I went and had a shower in it.  (Bathing suit on ofcourse, dont get any ideas).  After I was done, Tash was kind of looking at me wierd, and so I asked her what was wrong.  She was under the impression that it was sewer.  At the time I didnt believe her but looking back it probobly was run off from the streets.  Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we packed up the Sigma and headed up the beach for Dargonville, a tiny town and had pizza.  I bought a net there in hopes of catching something interesting, not sure what, but I figured that I needed it.  Then we headed back to the beach to drive up the rest of the way....until...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113051477626502988?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113051477626502988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113051477626502988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113051477626502988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113051477626502988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/90-mile-beach.html' title='90 Mile Beach'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113043712418590117</id><published>2005-10-27T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:18:46.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the big adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan101151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan101151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final thing we did in Auckland before we left was, I invited everyone in the hostel to go to the IMAX. I just felt like relaxing and doing something familiar. After that, Tash and I went and sat in Burger King and they had an old juke box there, so I listened to Connie Francis because it reminded me of Brad because on Sunday mornings that's what we listen to, along with other cool records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Brodie came to IMAX, along with a Japanese girl named Cheeko, an American and two other Japanese people. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is around the time I realized what I lost in the Cooks. At this point I had already lost my bathing suit bottoms, or as Australians would say, "bathers", and my new Oakley sunglasses, that was the last time I bought expensive sunglasses, and a few other things. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we started on our trip of the North Island of New Zealand, and believe me, the stories just get crazier! I was glad to get out of the city. After being in the beautiful Cooks, it was really depressing to be surrounded by concrete again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113043712418590117?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113043712418590117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113043712418590117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113043712418590117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113043712418590117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/before-big-adventure.html' title='Before the big adventure'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113033957827799270</id><published>2005-10-26T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T08:16:47.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1982 Sigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the car right after we got it. On our way driving back downtown into Auckland, we came accross this huge traffic circle with probobly 4 lanes, it was massive and none of us knew how to drive in them, so we just winged it and all I remember was swerving and hearing people honking. The guy with the big hair is Brody, Matt is the smaller guy and the guy on the other side of the car with the black shirt is Brodys brother Nick. The sign in the window is what we made so people would understand why we are horrible drivers there. It says caution:Canadian Drivers. We figured we should put something up after the traffic circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest hostel to stay at in Auckland is called the Camel. Its cool because you get a free beer when you go there and also its cheap. When we first got there we stayed at a Hostel International, it was expensive, far away, and mostly families, so people are not so open. I also have to mention the coolest cd/record store I have ever been in is there, its huge and full of great stuff, its on the main strip down town but I forget the name of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James from the Cook Islands had come to New Zealand and had a stop over there, so we met up with him at a local bar so it was nice to see him again too. It took us a few days before we left Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other picture is Tash and I on this boring tour she wanted to go on, but I was nice and went anyways. I hate going on tours because I hate tourist spots and also I hate being on a time schedule. I am not bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt too bad though, well that's a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113033957827799270?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113033957827799270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113033957827799270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113033957827799270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113033957827799270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/1982-sigma.html' title='1982 Sigma'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113028468783923007</id><published>2005-10-25T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:58:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auckland, New Zealand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got to New Zealand, I had mixed feelings. I really wanted to be in the Cook Islands still, but on the other hand I was quite excited to have a real burger. Before this trip I was going to improv regularly, it was quite fun. On the way to our hostel, we saw an improv place, so after we dropped off our stuff, I went to see what it was all about. Turns out the guy there knew the guys I knew from here in town. So he gave us some free tickets. I went back to the hostel and invited everyone. We ended up bringing these two guys.  They were from Canada too so we had a bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to talking and figured if we bought a car, it would be cheaper than taking a bus around NZ. The two guys were expecting another guy so we could split it five ways. We found a local paper and found a car auction. I co-ordinated the bus route there. We said the car should be around $800NZD, which is only around $650 CDN. When we got off of the bus we saw a really nice red car from a distance, and something told us that it was the one. As we got closer we saw that is was exactly $800NZD so we bought it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man loved this car, so he showed us how to take care of it, it was immaculate. He let us drive it to his house and his wife gave us food and drinks and then he gave us a crash course. We had to drive on the opposite side of the road than we were used to, so that was pretty crazy. The man told us that the biggest mistake people make is when they are on a road in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, and then they pull out of a gas station or something and drive for a long time on the wrong side of the road until BAM, they hit dead on. He told us to always remind each other, and we did and it was a good thing because all of us drove on the wrong side at some time or another by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting getting the car back into downtown Auckland to our hostel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113028468783923007?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113028468783923007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113028468783923007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113028468783923007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113028468783923007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/auckland-new-zealand.html' title='Auckland, New Zealand'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113019295759615683</id><published>2005-10-24T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:29:17.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/ChristmasBrynn%20395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/ChristmasBrynn%20395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, I really dont know what happened but that long post I thought I lost, just got posted when I made my last post, so now I have 3 today. Now I am happy again, my spirits are back up! HAHA!! Well now I can finally move on...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113019295759615683?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113019295759615683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113019295759615683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113019295759615683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113019295759615683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/crazy.html' title='Crazy!!'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113019231351037580</id><published>2005-10-24T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:18:33.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/ChristmasBrynn%20154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/ChristmasBrynn%20154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of feeling unambitious today, yesterday I wrote a long entry about my last funny story before leaving the Cooks, then I did something stupid and the whole thing got erased. I didnt feel like writing it all over again and today I just feel...you know...lazy or something, maybe its hormonal? I just felt like writing about nothing. Tomorrow, I will finish up on the Cook Islands and then begin the next adventures in New Zealand. I just feel like running away from myself for a few days and leaving my body behind to do all the work. This is a really boring post, sorry for anyone who reads it, you will never get that minute of your life back. NEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113019231351037580?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113019231351037580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113019231351037580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113019231351037580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113019231351037580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/mello.html' title='mello'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-113008622387523896</id><published>2005-10-23T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:32:35.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cook islands are full of Papaya, it is not my favorite fruit, infact I think its the only fruit I am not fond of. Every where we went, it was Papau (this is how they pronounce papaya) juice, Papau Jam, Papau by itself, Papau everything! I was kind of funny because I would have to eat it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our last day, the last story of the cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last night we went out for a special dinner with Lou and Eva, Tash and I each took a girl with us on our bikes and off we went. We had a wonderful dinner, I had this amazing sushi lemon type dish, I wish I could remember what it is called. Then after we went to party at a bar. When we got there I got off of the moped and headed in straight for the bathroom when I noticed I couldnt find the moped key. I hadnt gone too far so I thought I would retrace my steps. Couldnt find it anywhere! I looked for around an hour and eventually had to get home with someone else, I cant remember how I did, I think someone drove me on their moped?? Anyways the next day being our last day was not enjoyable, I spent it packing and then taking the bus up to the other side of the island to look for the key again in the day light. Couldnt find it and my moped was still there. So I had to wait another hour for the bus to take me back down so I could go to this place who had keys for them and then this guy and I had to go back up and get it again. It took me hours to do this, and Tash being so stubborn, wouldnt help me, she said I was on my own, it also cost me an extra 20.00NZD. The only cool thing that happened was I met a cool old lady from Calgary on the bus going to the North part of the island. She travels all over the world and in the winter has a hut in Mexico where she lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to be out of our place sometime around noon, but the planes leave around midnight. So basically you have to hang out on the beach all day with your luggage. Then we had to take the bus again to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said goodbye to our good friends that we had made and were on our way to New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada 3000 had just gone under while we were there, hundreds of people were stuck there and many almost lost their jobs. Luckily we took Air New Zealand thanks to Tash's imput, atleast she was good for something. This was my first experience traveling with someone I know. I much prefer going solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutie in the picture is the guy I end up married to. I missed him so much while I was away, which really surprised me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Rarotonga! and Palace Burger, all the chickens, the internet cafe,and the wonderful people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-113008622387523896?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113008622387523896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=113008622387523896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113008622387523896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/113008622387523896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/papaya.html' title='Papaya'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-112999353522763506</id><published>2005-10-22T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T08:05:36.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to the hustle and bustle of Rarotonga,this is a funny story that wasn't so funny at the time. Tash and I were sharing a moped this one day, and as we passed the gas station on our way back to Vara's, I suggested we stop to fill it up. She was driving so I had no control. She said "later". There was around a ten minute drive from our place to the gas station. We went down to the beach, but something she did put me in a bad mood so I told her I was going back up to the room to be by myself for a while. I took the moped. I decided that first I would go for a ride, so I went for a good 20 minutes, just as I remembered the low gas tank and looked down to see how much was left, it died. Then I got even more upset since Tash wouldn't stop for gas before. I walked a long time before I got to the gas station to fill up an empty pop bottle with gas, then walked back to the bike, burned my leg on the muffler, drove back to the gas station to fill it up, and found I was cents short of paying for it. It only cost maybe 2NZD to fill, so I thought I had the change. So then I drove back to my room, got the money, drove back to pay the station, and back again to my room, where Tash was all rested nicely from her day at the beach. GRRRR... anyways looking back on it, it's funny, I was gone for hours though, and I was not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is Lou infront of a cool church, we had been out shopping at a cool local store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-112999353522763506?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112999353522763506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=112999353522763506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112999353522763506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112999353522763506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/gas-problems.html' title='Gas Problems'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-112991118515278894</id><published>2005-10-21T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:13:05.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Rarotonga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank You Mangaia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-112991118515278894?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112991118515278894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=112991118515278894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112991118515278894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112991118515278894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-to-rarotonga.html' title='Back to Rarotonga'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-112991095668081207</id><published>2005-10-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:09:16.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly leaving Mangaia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some extra pics for your interest. We were really sad to leave the wonderful people of Mangaia who treated us so well. I guess I was given some misinformation, there is actually a Queen of Mangaia, and also no Chief. Maybe what the Chief meant was that he would have been a Chief? Not sure. Anyways enjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-112991095668081207?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112991095668081207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=112991095668081207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112991095668081207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112991095668081207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/sadly-leaving-mangaia.html' title='Sadly leaving Mangaia'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-112984756826414757</id><published>2005-10-20T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:32:48.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is My Closet</title><content type='html'>The saying "The World is My Closet" came from years and years ago when I was in school.  My friend Suzanne and myself would go downtown after school for something to do.  One day while we were down there, I took my text books and put them in a safeway bag and threw them in some bushes right by the bus stop and thought nothing of it.  That way I didnt have to carry these heavy books around all night, made sense.  When we were ready to go home, I would pick them up.  It sounds dumb, but thats what teenagers do, stupid things.  Suzanne always said to me, "Jen, the world is your closet" and I liked that saying, since I like to travel and everything.  I figured that it was a true enough statement.  I always feel at home when I travel because I think of the world as my home, and I guess my closet too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-112984756826414757?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112984756826414757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=112984756826414757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112984756826414757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112984756826414757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/world-is-my-closet.html' title='The World is My Closet'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-112974856023897782</id><published>2005-10-19T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:02:40.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine 8 long tables making one long table, a few cooked pigs thrown on and food right on the table, no dishes. You can not see the table. There is so much food you cant believe it. So I went and loaded up my plate and sat down. Why is no one else eating? They are just watching? Well although this was an island festival with plenty of food, no one eats anything, they just hoard as much as they can in a blanket and take it home for supper. They much more enjoyed watching us eat. One lady came up to me and said that I didn't have enough on my plate, so she went and grabbed me a pigs leg. (You can see it above on my plate) So I ate it, I got a picture of it because it was so funny that she brought me this huge leg. I think they thought we were funny because we ate with utensils that Ara brought for us, I didn't realize til later that we were the only people that ate with them. Tash went to find some napkins but there were none, so she found a water tub, just as she was about to put her hands in they came running to stop her. It was drinking water. Oops! It was quite a great time, we were honored to be invited and meet everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-112974856023897782?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112974856023897782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=112974856023897782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112974856023897782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112974856023897782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/feast.html' title='The Feast'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-112965551750644293</id><published>2005-10-18T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:57:34.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan101021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan101021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan101041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan101041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were the only tourists on the island, Ara invited us to join her and her family at the Islands Party. Everyone on the whole island was there. There was a big parade, and then after a big feast. They have pigs running around all over the island so the meat we ate was pig with tonnes of vegetables, and they also picked us coconuts from the trees for a drink. They said its the most pure drink you can have. Its not like what you get in the stores, its like nothing you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-112965551750644293?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112965551750644293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=112965551750644293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112965551750644293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112965551750644293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/island-party.html' title='Island Party'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15453425.post-112956600231100674</id><published>2005-10-17T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:20:02.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is safety?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/1600/Scan10094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5672/1431/320/Scan10094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to this particular cave, our guide informed us he forgot his ropes and climb gear, so we had to slide down a steep slope on our backs under this rock that was just high enough to fit our body. We were just told to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;It was full of cobwebs but we really wanted to go swimming in the water in the cave. It was quite cold but the water was so pure you could drink it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15453425-112956600231100674?l=1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112956600231100674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15453425&amp;postID=112956600231100674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112956600231100674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15453425/posts/default/112956600231100674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1suitcasejenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-is-safety.html' title='What is safety?'/><author><name>Suitcase Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07940410538879244743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07854180633602459525'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>