When I went into the hostel room at 1pm, 5 blokes were still sleeping in a 6 dorm. I chucked my stuff down as some of them started to wake. Turns out they're all from Adelaide! 3 of the lads were going to the World Cup the next day and 2 of them stayed in Miami until the others returned in a few weeks.
My first priority was some new sunglasses. I still love my Oakley's and found a specialised store. It was brilliant as I got to build my own with parts in the shop. I was the coolest kid in town again.
As it started to rain (probably the first time Miami has seen rain in months), I returned to the hostel where the boys were finally getting ready to head out again. The 3 guys heading to the World Cup the next day went home after dinner but the rest of us (Dion and Pat) had to make something of a Saturday night in Miami. We did a mini pub crawl ending at a fairly popular place, Prive, where people lined out the front like you see in the movies. One of the guys stole a bunch of VIP passes to the club the night before, so we were able to get in without any fuss. I normally don't like these types of places cause I think they're superficial but I almost felt famous being ushered in like a celebrity.
As it normally is in Australia, Sunday was recovery day. Although, normally I don't get to nurse the hangover on Miami beach with new friends. We spent the entire day on the beach with an iPod and soccer ball we scored from the hostel.
Monday was time to replace my digital camera. I caught a bus to a massive mall and found the perfect option, a waterproof and shockproof 7.1 Olympus. Hopefully, this one would be strong enough to go in my pocket during benders. And I've never had a waterproof camera, so I was excited about trying it out on one of the best beaches in the world. I also got a new Casio digital watch as I broke my old one 'play wrestling' on a huge mountain of sand in Barbados. Of course, I had to test the waterproof camera with my new sunnies. Eat your heart our Hoff!
With my new goodies, I headed back to the hostel to meet Dion and Pat. After a meal at a recently opened 'Down Under' restaurant (below), we went to the local Sports bar to have few quiet ones and a game of pool. It didn't turn out to be very quite as we met a few Irish girls and played into the early hours.
Again, the next day was spent recovering on the beach. This time we comtemplated a jet ski, para-sailing or helicopter ride over the beach. We even got the energy to call the helicoptor to make a booking but they were booked solid for the day and I was leaving the next day. My first helicoptor ride would have to wait... but it would be worth the wait.
After a few more drinks at the same Sports bar (including a shot of Barcardi 151), we wondered off to find a feed. Looking up at all the buildings, I wasn't watching where I was going and walked straight into a fire hydrant. Not thinking anything more of it at the time (besides my sore thigh), I continued onto the restuarant. When I got my phone out of my pocket, it took me a second to work out why my LCD screen was black and seemingly ruined. I could barely see anything on the display, so text messages were virtually useless for the next few weeks and I could only make and receive calls on a $800 phone. Yep, I'm a clown.
On the last morning, I wasn't ready to leave Miami and the friends I had made in the last few days. I was flying to one of (if not the most) exciting places in the world but I still had thoughts of staying longer in Miami. Since I'd already booked tours, there wasn't heaps of room to extend the stay so I decided to move onto the dazzle of Vegas, vowing to myself to return to Miami another time.
Return rating: 10
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