I arrived in Miami and went to stay with Angel and Justin. They were my couchsurfing hosts and excellent ones at that (Justin brews his own beer). Then I cycled 20 miles south to
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South Beach, Miami. The first thing you notice here is that there are a ridiculous number of beautiful people. To start with you think you are in heaven, everywhere you look there is another perfectly tanned, perfectly toned, gorgeous woman. But it doesn’t take long to realize that it’s not such a good thing. You start to feel like a kid in the biggest, best sweet shop in the world, all the time knowing that you have no money.
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At least that’s how I felt until one of them actually talked to me. She said “hello, I’m…” (I don’t remember her name but it would only detract from her anyway because maybe it was an ugly name, or I know someone with the same name that I don’t like) and I said “hello, I’m John”. We were playing beach football at the time and just after our conversation I cropped her and that was the last time she spoke to me.
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But I met another girl too, Jess is her name. Lori, or Loni or whoever it was is long forgotten now. Jess is the real thing and I do know the story of the boy who cried wolf and I’m disappointed that you should doubt me now. Evidence? I gave her my ‘love me love my bike’ T-shirt. She left though and now I am stuck here in the sweet shop with the girl I cropped giving me evil looks.
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I’m staying at a hostel here, a minute or so from the beach, just down the road from the only dive bar for miles (perfect). But miami is a strange place and I’m not too sure what I’m doing here now. I thought I would get to Miami, find a boat within an hour or two and make my way either into the Caribbean or to Europe. But it isn’t that easy and now I’ve been here over a week. There are no ferries into the Caribbean from here (good research John) and little hope of finding a yacht. So I’ve been looking at other options: container ships and cruise ships, they are expensive though, about $1000 more than flying. But! but… yesterday I did meet a guy who has heard tale of a yacht looking for crew and today he is finding out for me whether they might have a spot for an Englishman.
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So I will find out soon how I will get out of here. Either way I think I will be back in Europe pretty soon, scouting towns for dive bars.