Tampa Tampa, we realised whilst waiting for the bus from the airport, was going to be hot. Very hot, and very humid. After twenty minutes waiting, the air conditioned bus felt like the nicest feeling. A shower when hot and sweaty, a comfortable chair after a long days walking or a slice of pizza when drunk and hungry. The hostel was advertised as being musical, but this seemed to at first consist of a piano in the main room, and the remains of what might have once been playable guitars. I found a bass, but the strings had about as much flexibility as the regulations of Stamford School, such that it was essentially un-playable. The second night though was an acoustic jam session, which was a nice bonus for a hostel to provide.... as was the
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