Miami - Suncream is for Gays.
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After nearly a day and half on the bus, and having consumed more fast food than Rick Waller, at 3am on the morning of the 18th July 2010, we arrived at the greyhound bus station in Southern Miami. The most arduous journey of the entire three months was over, we could begin partying and celebrate...or perhaps not, because our place of residence had neglected to inform us that their hostel was still at 50 minute taxi ride away. After paying $40 for a cab, arguing over whether Deadmau5 or Bruce Springsteen is more popular in Miami, and being greeted by a stoned and drunk Dutch receptionist, we finally got some sleep. Although that was not before a middle-aged lady had made her presence felt by saying hello to Kev, and winking at me.
The first day in Jazz on South Beach hostel was particularly memorable for Kevin Pope for two reasons. The first was laying atop the bunk bed directly opposite him, sleeping peacefully with no clue as to what lay in wait for her. The second was a response to a simple question, whilst I was applying a substance to protect me from the environment; ‘Sun-cream is for gays mate’. Needless to say, we came back from the beach after an exhausting 8 hour sunbathing session (I hasten to add it was interjected with various excursions into the sea), and the Kev’s brash approach to UV had had a spectacular affect on his skin.
That night we became acquainted with 2 Australian guys, 5 Aussie girls, 1 German, the dutchman (Tommy) that had let us in to the hostel, and Swedish Viktor who informed me that he had grown up with Sebastian Ingrosso. I was introduced to a drinking game by the name of 'Ride the Bus' which essentially revolved around pot-luck in negotiating the cards from one end of the table to the other.
Nikki Beach Miami is an architectural masterpiece. The DJ booth, dancefloor and interior are visually stimulating enough, however it is outside where the club excels. Strewn across the beach are tens of double beds, all spaced far enough apart to afford privacy, but simultaneously close enough to allow you to watch, should there be a fitter girl than the company you have, within ear and eyeshot.
Now you may be thinking that Kev hadn’t popped up anywhere as yet, but fear not; he had been busy in the background. The main reason Kev’s first day had been so memorable had come out with us that evening, taking the form of a Danish blonde who was 23, a dentist, and hailed from Denmark. It had not gone un-noticed that these two were getting on very well, especially by her travelling partner who had invited himself along despite his shyness, and his hair, which about as socially acceptable as Luke Cullen singing hymns from the top of churchtowers in Tossa Del Mar.