So, today, I was bitten.
No, I’m not in the deepest, darkest depths of the Bornean (is this a word?) Jungle nor the Australian outback/ rural India.
In the queue for the checkout at Walgreens on Lincoln Road, Miami, I was fumbling through my already hefty accumulation of change like an unfamiliar tourist when I felt the need to run my cheekbone. In doing so, a splodge of crimson had gathered on my right finger accompanied by, a now dead, arachnid! He was feasting on freshly arrived foreign blood!
Minor cheek swelling aside, today has been super. It began with a trip to the IHOP, to those unacquainted, that’s the international house of pancakes.
Anthony had mentioned this venue to me so I duly logged on to the hotel wifi this morning to locate the nearest heartattack branch; 62 blocks away (or as Google maps suggested: bloody miles away).
The 120 bus service, complete with lazy cyclists who were able to attach their bikes to the front of the bus as they really had no intention of pedalling, was able to take us to the door.
We needed to walk some of that off. The butter pecan maple syrup was incredible but I did feel like the ‘prime evolution’ man from the Fatboy Slim video here.
Having grabbed the metaphorical food Bull by the literal horns we decided to scale the whole of Miami beach back to the hotel.
The walk took plenty of time and was interrupted only to swim in the emerald bath. Apparently, a purple flag is to warn of ‘DANGEROUS MARINE LIFE’, but fortunately there was no need to urinate on any feet.
The Art Deco region was incredible; Like stepping back in time.
The allure of then being so close to the reason for the Lighthouse Family classic was so appealing that we had to venture and walk along.
I stood, Abbey Roadesque, smack bang in the middle of the road to take a shot of Ocean Drive. It had to be done!
Knowing that we were only stateside, or more specifically, in Miami, for a couple more days meant that we had a hankering for some more American tucker.
We managed to find a great little jazzy speakeasy styled american cafe on ocean drive and had steak for dinner. A pretty good end to the first Olleyday. Even if my cheek is a little swollen from an over zealous blood thirsty spider.