Going (back) to Miami
Trip Start Aug 26, 2005
125Trip End May 26, 2008
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I sadly fare welled the New Orleans Hostel crew who I had bonded closely to and took a taxi to the airport. I arrived early because I like exploring airports, but this time, I was early enough to get on the standby list for an earlier flight. I made it on and had a flawless flight all the way down to Miami.
And here I am, back where it all started 3 months ago.
On the 1st of March, I leave this strange country behind and fly back to Panama city. I can't wait. The USA has been a strange place with some strange people, but I’ve been lucky enough to have met some absolute legends along the way. So many people have helped me out along the way and I need to say a big thanks to everyone involved. I guess if that’s one positive thing I can say about the USA after all this time is that among the strangeness, there are a few exceptional people out there who appreciate what I'm doing and have left a big impression on me. Thanks guys.
It’s so lovely and warm here in Miami and for the first time since I left here 87 days ago I'm warm again. It’s perfect beach weather, even though it’s the middle of their winter.
I arrived at 'Jazz Hostel’ on South Beach at 6pm last night and walked into one hell of a party. It was only early but the madness that was going on led me to believe I had slipped into another time zone and it was sometime early in the morning, but no - a quick check of my watch revealed it was in fact 6pm and that these people were just crazy. I dumped my fat backpack and got amongst it, meeting some very interesting characters and having a loose night out in a few Miami clubs.
Miami has once again lived up to the initial image I had of it and it hasn't changed, nor has my opinion - People going out of their way to be seen. I feel they don't talk they way they want to, they don't dress the way they want to, they don't live the way they want to, it’s all fake and it’s all an act to get attention. Once again, it’s the fluffy dogs, the mobile phones, the bodybuilders, the short skirts, the blonde hair, the tattoos and piercing, skateboards and skate punks, princes and princesses. Every second car is a Hummer and if it’s not a Hummer, then it’s a Corvette or a big fat Porsche SUV. The palm trees blow in the wind and the people sitting at the street side cafes below are blowing hot wind out of the hole in their face. They talk rubbish and those who know where Australia is think it’s a land full of Kangaroos and desert. I went out of my way and met as many locals as I could. I invited myself to their tables to drink coffee with them, and most of the time, they paid for me and we had decent but surreal conversations that could be straight out of American teen movies. It was all a little strange.
Today is the 26th of Feb and I have 3 nights left before my flight back to the land of the free - and NO that’s not the USA. It’s anywhere but the USA. These people don't know what free is.
I'm sitting here in an Internet cafe next to Miami Ink - the Tattoo parlour from the TV series. The heavily tattooed guys from the show are posing outside while big security men block the door and stop the flash photography because they are filming inside.
I believe it’s time to hit the beach, farewell.