<?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-19012800</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:31:25.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealand</title><subtitle type='html'>Traveling, Working, and Living in New Zealand with my little brother.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mikkel Thorup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02707139737140755716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/2606/640/portrat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012800.post-116498050588077176</id><published>2006-12-01T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T05:43:06.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all over but the crying</title><content type='html'>I know my last post was months and months ago, I did sit down four or five times with the intention of writing of what was going on in my life and in my travels, but i always deleted what ever came out. this is going to be my last post on my New Zealand blog, considering that i have now left the country. yesterday morning after ridiculous amounts of alcohol i took a flight from wellington where i had spent 8 months of my life to Melbourne in Australia. after only spending one full night in this huge city i have come up with absolutely no real opinion. so plz don't ask. Come Monday morning one of my best mates from Canada will be taking a bus in from Sydney to see what this place is all about and to see if he is going to live here. i guess we will play it by ear from there.&lt;br /&gt;There's not much to tell fo my last five months of living in Wellington, it was windy, it rained a lot and i worked in a pub. my best times where actually when i left. My father came down for just over 2 weeks and with my brother we went down to the south island for a road trip. spent some serious family time witch was due. I will probably not be writing anything on Ozzy. Just don't think i can be asked and i don't think i have anything real to say. its a pretty depressing thought to realize that i now have 12 months of working and saving before i can do what i consider for me to be real travel. i guess if i'm going to be here i should try and get as much surfing and diving in as i can, and take advantage of what ever it is that ppl like about here as posible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thank you and good luck out there.&lt;br /&gt;Mikkel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19012800-116498050588077176?l=thorup4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/feeds/116498050588077176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19012800&amp;postID=116498050588077176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/116498050588077176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/116498050588077176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-all-over-but-crying.html' title='its all over but the crying'/><author><name>Mikkel Thorup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02707139737140755716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/2606/640/portrat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012800.post-115233277426447816</id><published>2006-07-07T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:26:14.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Queenstown</title><content type='html'>well 7 weeks of looking for wrk and nothing, it was very disaponting but realizing i could no longer pay rent, buy food or even alchole i made the desicion with my mate ian to move back to wellington where zak had a job set up for me.&lt;br /&gt;queenstown was really great at first, didnt lots of activites and spent tons of time getting my house all decked out. spending 6 hours in the afternoon every other day looking for work kept me bisy and my friends took up the rest of the time. but when the money started to go, and i got poorer and poorer it becasme a lot less fun. when i left i didnt have enuff money to print off any more CVs.&lt;br /&gt;I am still pretty upset that i couldnt get any money back on a 800 doller ski pass. it took a lot to save for that...&lt;br /&gt;O well, nothing to be done for it now.&lt;br /&gt;anyways time took forword, save some money and get ready to move to australia. i should be leaving for there with some friends and my brother in november.&lt;br /&gt;i will try to get back on and post about my 1000 km hitch-hiking experence to the north island.&lt;br /&gt;mikkel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19012800-115233277426447816?l=thorup4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/feeds/115233277426447816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19012800&amp;postID=115233277426447816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/115233277426447816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/115233277426447816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-bye-queenstown.html' title='Good Bye Queenstown'/><author><name>Mikkel Thorup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02707139737140755716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/2606/640/portrat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012800.post-114740387526882385</id><published>2006-05-11T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:17:55.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queenstown</title><content type='html'>well im here. after 5 months for being in new zeland im finnialy where i wanted to be. its great here, so simular to banff where i used to live in alberta. big mountains every where and a gourgus lake at the center. small town with lots of places to go party and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;my brother and his girlfriend gave me a ride to the airport early on sunday morning, no one had got much sleep the night before, there was 12 of us for dinner and i cooked a huge feast of meditarian food, the sangria was flowing all night long, it was defenatly the best way to spend my last night with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i landed in christchurch and spent the night there to visit with a danish girl named mia. wish i could have had more time to spend with her but it was better then nothing. monday i took another flight into queenstown and a friend of a friend picked me up at the airport. ive been crashing with him for the last few days. im defenatly hoping to get my own place soon though. ive been out looking for a job every day but its hard going, the town is still slow for another 4 weeks but im hoping i will find a place to tide me over for a little bit. yesterday i looked into bying my self a new pair of skis for the season, lets just say its going to be an expensive year, actualy its not just skis every thing is expensive here, worse then banff ever was. i hope the wages are better then in wellington....&lt;br /&gt;my best mate from back home should be here in a few weeks. cant explain how stoked i am about that. espically now that all my friends decided to stay in wellington or go back to wellington, including my little brother. it was good to see him for a week there but it could easly be another 6 months before i see him again, thats asuming we both do make it to the same place in oz otherwise who knows what will happen. but yea ian will be here in a few weeks and a mate of mine i met while i was in colombia should be here in a fortnight too. so its going to be a killer winter.  last night i went out with some friends of mine from brazil, we met a cuple more brazilians and a few girls from spain and was out dancing and partying all night. pretty cool not to be speaking english when im out with friends. ive looked into a school here in town that i can take more classes to help perfect my spanish, will have to see what its worth though.&lt;br /&gt;i just got my phone charger back today, left it at the flat back in welington and my friends had to mail it down. never thought i would be one of theose ppl who couldent live with out there cell but wow it was a hard week. espicaily looking for flats and jobs with out it. so many ppl to call and tell im in town.&lt;br /&gt;well life finnaily seems exciting again, so hopfully i will be wrighting more.&lt;br /&gt;lots of love from new zeland&lt;br /&gt;mkkel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19012800-114740387526882385?l=thorup4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/feeds/114740387526882385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19012800&amp;postID=114740387526882385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/114740387526882385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/114740387526882385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/2006/05/queenstown.html' title='Queenstown'/><author><name>Mikkel Thorup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02707139737140755716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/2606/640/portrat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012800.post-114471366381118243</id><published>2006-04-10T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:01:03.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for a haircut</title><content type='html'>nothing new or exciting to report. im still liking wellington but we have fell into a bit of a rutine, thats why in a cuple of weeks im leaving to head south. as soon as things get comfterable its time to go. im not loving my job these days, pretty stoked to not have to go there anymore. just need to make a little more money and i will be in the mountains with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my friends from canada should be in new zealand soon. havent seen them in a year and a half. too long.&lt;br /&gt;so many travel plans browing right now, i dont want to ruin the saprise of whats going to happen, but expect some good blogs in the next month.&lt;br /&gt;lots a love&lt;br /&gt;mikkel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19012800-114471366381118243?l=thorup4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/feeds/114471366381118243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19012800&amp;postID=114471366381118243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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danish girls, 2 german girls plus me and my flat mates all staying under one roff right now, thank god the 2 canadian girls and the 2 french girls left last week. its been lots of fun though. i got 4 days off because i new every one was coming down.&lt;br /&gt;work is really sucky right now, cant wait to finish, i hope to be leaving here in about 3 weeks or so. im heading to the south island. meet up with every one again to work for the winter. do some sking.&lt;br /&gt;got to go&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;mikkel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19012800-114333771814074811?l=thorup4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/feeds/114333771814074811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19012800&amp;postID=114333771814074811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/114333771814074811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/114333771814074811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/2006/03/full-house.html' title='Full house'/><author><name>Mikkel Thorup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02707139737140755716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/2606/640/portrat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012800.post-113971146851300205</id><published>2006-02-11T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:37:56.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im saprised ppl still check</title><content type='html'>well, 4 coments from the family, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;guess i should  keep posting, seems like the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;after looking at what seems to be hundreds of apartments we finaly got one, not as nice as our dream place but its still a good penthouse place. costing what seems to be a small fourtune but at least we can have pride calling it home for a while.&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i went looking for a job as well. i had scouted out two places that are right on the water, one called shed 5 and the other called dock side. droped off a resume at each. at dock side the waiter took it and came back 2 min later to tell me the chef said i could start on saterday. well alright, havent talked about money or anything but i will show up and see how it goes. im walking home when i get a call from the other restrant, shed 5 asking if i can come in for a intervuie, i turn around and head straight back to where i had come from. the intervuie went well and i started the next day for a trile. at the end of the shift the chef, whos a little scary offered me a position. i said i would have to see about the other place, see how it was there first before i could make a desishion.&lt;br /&gt;dock side was weird, the chef just put me in a corner and i choped parsley and stupid veg for 6 hours, i felt like i was back doing my aprentiship. i was saposed to be testing for a chef de parte position. not a bloody dishwasher. when lunch was done, witch i didnt have any part of i went looking for the chef to talk, he had left, with out looking twice at me. i told them them the place wasent for me and i left too. it was a shame, because he looked and saw some one so young looking he wouldnt take me seriously.&lt;br /&gt;well i called back shed 5 and told them i would take the place. its a bit of a pay cut from what im used too but its an extreamly nice restrant, puts every other place ive ever stepped inside to shame. its where all the big bissness men in town take clients to show off. 200 seat fine dinning, its a calaber of cooking i dont know, theres tons to be learned. i just hope i can handle the chef..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooo thats whats new and exciting on this side of the world..&lt;br /&gt;mikkel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19012800-113971146851300205?l=thorup4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/feeds/113971146851300205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19012800&amp;postID=113971146851300205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/113971146851300205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/113971146851300205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-saprised-ppl-still-check.html' title='Im saprised ppl still check'/><author><name>Mikkel Thorup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02707139737140755716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/2606/640/portrat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012800.post-113892792525041106</id><published>2006-02-02T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:59:56.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wellington</title><content type='html'>Well, i told my boss at flames to take the job and shove it!&lt;br /&gt;i quite really good, i didnt mean too, but while i was getting reamed out for somthing totaly stupid, it just sort of came out. i didnt get mad till he refused to pay me for the 30 some hours he owed. he got it good then. balled him out infront of a small croud of ppl. well i had to pay the price for it though, my little brother refused to come a long, and i couldnt stay becasue there wasent enuff work for me. it upset me but i will see him again soon. there was so many things i wanted to do when i finnished work, but after 6 weeks of non stop sunshine while i was working there was a typhoon off the coast of fiji, and we got the tail end of it. this ment 6 days of non stop rain, and the imposability of doing activites that i had been dreaming of. skydiving, kyaking, swimming, para gliding, hiking,  i didnt do any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after siting around hoping for a break in the weather for just under a week i jumped on the kiwi bus that my friend drives and got a free ride down to auckland. got to have lunch with some friends of mine i had met in morroco. and spent the night chillin with a really cool irish friend of mine. the bus the next day was 11 hours and i got in at 6 in the morning. my friend from new york was saposed to get me but couldnt make it that early, so i got a hold of a friend from the west coast states he came to pick me up from the station in his car, got to have some breakfast with him before he headed off to see the north island. so im in wellington, what a great city, i really like it here, only a cuple hundred thousand ppl but it has a big down town witch is where we are staying. we found the nicest apartment, the last tenents where from saterday night live. the place was a huge pent house, we had gone to see it a cuple of times, had meetings, we where all set out to move in the following afternoon then we got a call from the agent saying that they gave it to some girls from iceland. we where totaly gutted, i cant belive how much phisical pain i felt from this. it was a huge hit. between leaving my brother, quiting my job, and losing this apartment its been a tuff time latley. things should get better soon though, theres a huge rugbey tournament called 7s, and when the city slows down after this we think we should be able to get a place to live, then a job, then i can pay off all this stupid debt that i got from traveling threw the states and colombia.&lt;br /&gt;anyways theres an entree, i understand its been a while and i doubt that anyone even checks these sites again, but when im moving around again on the road i will be back to once a week.&lt;br /&gt;lots of love&lt;br /&gt;mikkel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19012800-113892792525041106?l=thorup4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/feeds/113892792525041106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19012800&amp;postID=113892792525041106' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/113892792525041106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/113892792525041106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/2006/02/wellington.html' title='Wellington'/><author><name>Mikkel Thorup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02707139737140755716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/2606/640/portrat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012800.post-113565440651030902</id><published>2005-12-26T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T19:33:26.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paihia</title><content type='html'>im now quite setled in, living with my brother a hostle, looking for a real place, not having any luck though. not a big deal though, where making beds for our acomadations. ive got a chef job working at a great fine dinning place only a few min from the hostle.&lt;br /&gt;made lotsof new friends and having a great time. zak is doing well and working his but off too.&lt;br /&gt;in haste, lots of love&lt;br /&gt;mikkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i know im a big slacker with the blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19012800-113565440651030902?l=thorup4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/feeds/113565440651030902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19012800&amp;postID=113565440651030902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/113565440651030902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/113565440651030902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/2005/12/paihia.html' title='Paihia'/><author><name>Mikkel Thorup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02707139737140755716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/2606/640/portrat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012800.post-113442540906805623</id><published>2005-12-12T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:06:28.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA, Santa Cruise, San Fransico, Portland, Seattle, LA. and now New Zealand!</title><content type='html'>well well well&lt;br /&gt;been a little while i know, such a worl-wind, havent wrote in a while. im going to breeze past my month of parting in the states. just give you the quick low down.&lt;br /&gt;i left LA to go on a road trip with some friends of mine. erin who i was staying with and stewart a guy i was living with in guatemala. we took the car up the california coast to a small town to spend american thanks giving with some friends. no turkey but had a great time. the next day we where off to santa cruise where erin used to live, we crashed at another friends house and went out to the discos all night. the next day after laying in bed a little to late we set out for san fransico where once again we went parting. erin had to head back to LA for monday morning work so we said good buy and me and stewart met a buch of english guys at the hostle. we partied all night, playing pool. actually we did this for the next cuple of night. had full days of walking the town sight seeing and full nights of partying.&lt;br /&gt;eventualy i took the train out side of san fransico to meet a friend and we drove up to portland for a travelers party. after a 15 hour day of traveling i sat down with some friends to have a cuple glasses of wine. we called a friends place where i was saposed to sleep, she came over to take me out to a bar where there was another half dozen of our friends. we partied all night, got a cuple of hours sleep and spent the hole next day picking up ppl from the air port and organising every thing. that night we went to a friends book sighning and then about 25 of us went out to dinner for a friends birthday. after the night was spent at a bad kariokie bar. we had a great time. i spent the night at another one of my friends place, talking till 6 in the morning only to get up a few hours later to meet 20 of my friends for breakfast. after a fun but slightly hungover breakfast we spent the hole day wondering threw the market and around town.&lt;br /&gt;now was the big night, the actual party. 300 ppl open bar. the place they got was really swank. the organisers really out did them selfs. it was an awsome night. the next day i got in the car with some friends and headed out to seattle to spend some more time with them and to see my sister who has just moved there. after a night of recovering i spent the afternoon with brandie and her two little girls. so good to see my family, it had been to long.&lt;br /&gt;that night was spent out with friends from the party drinking and having fun. i spent the night at one of the guys house beacuase my hostle was two doors down from the needle exchange program and i didnt like it at all. it worked out great becasue we where able to spend the night talking about some impotant stuff, somthing that was hard when we where in groups of 20 or 30 ppl. he took me to the air port the day after and with a lot of work i cought a flight to LA. timed it perfectly so when erin was droping zak off she was picking me up, did a quick brother switch off. pretty much the next day i headed back to the air port and cought another flight to new zealand. always fun when you dont actually have a seat and your ticket isnt valid for that day but you go anyways.&lt;br /&gt;the flight was fine, but i lost a lot of hours, actualy i think an entire day disapeared.&lt;br /&gt;well to rap this up, i met zak where having lots of fun, and life is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19012800-113442540906805623?l=thorup4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/feeds/113442540906805623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19012800&amp;postID=113442540906805623' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/113442540906805623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19012800/posts/default/113442540906805623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/2005/12/la-santa-cruise-san-fransico-portland.html' title='LA, Santa Cruise, San Fransico, Portland, Seattle, LA. and now New Zealand!'/><author><name>Mikkel Thorup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02707139737140755716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/2606/640/portrat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012800.post-113264491452189876</id><published>2005-11-21T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:50:08.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin LA</title><content type='html'>been a crazy cuple of weeks. been drinking up a storm here. im staying with my friend erin at her cool place near the beach, right in santa monica. another friend stew is now staying with us, and as of this weekend a forth friend from san marcos, the town i was living in in guatemala came by tonight. i cant belive how many ppl from my trip i have been able to meet up with. usually when you say goodbye to some when traveling you kinda asume its forever.&lt;br /&gt;ive done so much with my time here, much less interesting to read about then some of the crazy stuff that happened to me in latin america but good for me non the less. i will try and keep you with me so i will skip most of it.&lt;br /&gt;i have visited a few musems, gone shoping, worked in beverly hills, drove around hollywood. i did a catering for a greek orthadox weding last night to help a friend, and made a wad of cash. after getting up late this morning my friend and i took the bikes down to the beach to work threw our hang overs. ended up at venice beach sitting at a patio all day drinking pitcher after pitcher of stella, chatting with cute cali girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going to leave early thursday morning and head to santa cruis for a night to visit some friends of erins and then to san fransisco for the long weekend. love american road trips. got a cuple other ideas in mind but i will explain all of them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im going to keep it really short and sweet&lt;br /&gt;have a good american thanks giving&lt;br /&gt;mikkel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19012800-113264491452189876?l=thorup4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorup4.blogspot.com/feeds/113264491452189876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19012800&amp;postID=113264491452189876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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not finihsed yet. im on my way to new zealand to travel some more. but before that im going to travel a bit more in the usa. im staying with my friend erin that i met in guatemala. having a good time drinking and doing a bit of work for her at the restrant shes managing.&lt;br /&gt;havent worked in 16 months, very weird to be back in a kitchen, especialy in beverly hills.&lt;br /&gt;its nice to be making a bit of money again though.&lt;br /&gt;been seeing lots of the city, a bunch of musems, beachs and cool bars have ocupied my time for the last week.&lt;br /&gt;my visa is finnaly sorted out. every thing is paid for and ready for my arival. just have to decide when.&lt;br /&gt;anyways enjoy the new blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19012800-113210946809108251?l=thorup4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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