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Published: November 25th 2006
We didn't actually do much in Miami in the traditional sense of our trip so far. No tours, no deep sea fishing, no airboat rides over the Everglades dodging 'gators. No no. Instead we saw it as an excuse to chill out and live up the party lifestyle. We had more nights on it here than the rest of our trip combined.
First day we arrived to find that, while cheap, our hostel dorm wasn't really our vibe. We were in with seasoned travellers from the less developed regions of South America. On our first night we decided to do a recon mish on the area's nightlife...got about a block down the road before we clocked a quaint little Irish bar named playwrights and parked up! Several pitchers later and we returned to our hostel. This would continue for a few days before we decided that, although it was excellent value for money, we needed to move on from the place we were staying. We checked into the Tropics hotel, bonded with a group of like-minded youngsters and never looked back. But I'll get to "Los Muchachos" in a moment.
Our second day was very special to us, as
South beach
...bringin' the heatit was the most English day that we've had since our travels began. The venue: Playwrights (again). Event: Man U vs Benfica. Table no: The bar. Hangover cure of choice: Traditional Irish sausage and bacon sandwich. Dialogue that followed directly after placing order:
Real Irish barmaid: Will that be all for yas?
Me: Is there going to be any room left in the frying pan?
Her: Well...yeah..
Me: Just as well throw and egg on, I 'spoz.
It arrived with home fries and a bottle of brown sauce, which I emptied over it before tucking in with no regard for the mess it made/spectacle I created. "Bleddy 'ansom" I said as I mopped up the spilled grease with the crust. Vegy concurred with a burp. Hangover gone. More beer please sweets. 2 thereof. We watched United best the opposition by a goal to nil (courtesy of Louis Saha) and in our enthusiasm got chatting to a fellow supporter, Mark from Norfolk. Before long we had sacked off our plans to scope the areas laundry facilities and were knocking back mojitos at a beach side bar named Clevelanders with Mark and his better half Dawn. Got to say, it's
nice being able to drop all your plans at any given point and get on the smash. Not much different to the uni days, only in more exotic, romantic locations. That evening we met up with Mark and Dawn again at a bar they reccommended called Jazid that played live music (good call, guys). There was great music and good atmos in there so a good night was had by all. Mark and Dawn, if you're reading this - and we will do everything in our power to make sure you do - God bless you both!
Los Muchachos
We hadn't long been at the Tropics hostel before los muchachos (the lads) was formed. It was a gang-tight group of beer-swilling men's men. The main group was Aussie rules enthusiast Andrew, English brothers Byron and Tobias and their close friend Tarin. There was also Sandro from Brazil, Daniel from Serbia and Montenegro and of course las muchachas, the girls of the group, who made the tea (joke). Muchos apologios para any inaccuaracies with spellings of names, amigos. Each evening we would play cards, get tanked then head out to nearby bars and leave Miami pungent with our stench.
Long live Los Muchachos! Arriba! Arriba! Undele!
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Laura
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you guys-snif!
YEY!!!! heheheh yor still d cutest! MUAH!