Miami Beach

I have pretty much written nothing on the corresponding days, so now I have the job of recounting things.

After Fort Lauderdale, I rolled into Miami Beach with high hopes. The evening in Fort Lauderdale, I went out in search of food e and found the streets empty; Miami Beach was different: it was crowded. There was a bike shop across the street from the hostel that stocked some vintage frames built-up as fixed gears. Spanish was more prevalent in Miami than I thought, making the place feel more metropolitan. I liked the style of the place. The beach was gorgeous.



The hostel was hot and sticky, and had a bar like atmosphere. It didn’t suit me. I've been rising with the sun, and that is when they return legless from the town. The expensive price of the hostel made my decision to move-on all the easier.



I rode to Florida City, through palm-tree tree-farms, in areas that seemed like they were once Everglades. I saw maybe a thousand vultures flying over a dump. I liked the hostel, and my one night there turned into two. There were a lot of trippers coming through for canoe trips. There was a couple down from Waterloo doing a week long trip into the everglades, and a couple more couples doing similar things.