Touchdown

Well, I've landed!

It's going to take a while to gather my thoughts on Miami - it's a lot to take in. It's beautiful: hi-tech America meets slightly down-at-heel Latino architecture next in the middle of a marina full of playboys yachts. Saw a boat with a helicopter on it just casually moored amongst the double radar-domed pleasure cruisers. Already, Americas obsession with cosmetic surgery has made itself abundantly clear: a free newspaper I picked up seemed to have classifieds for nothing but beauty enhancing private treatments - including a clinic that specialised in couples with a strap line along the lines of "couples that laser together stay together". Mind blowing.
I've checked in to my somewhat smelly but friendly and well equipped hostel. At least the internet is free here, unlike in some over-priced British institutions.

It turns out it's Super Bowl - and it's here in Miami. I know nothing of sport, let alone American Football, but it's such a big event in their culture I guess I'm going to get caught up in the superbowl madness. Can't complain!

I have to admit the utter lack of any kind of anchor, cultural or social, is pretty terrifying. The legendary American friendliness hasn't exactly been on show either, I haven't been engaged with on the other persons initiative even once yet. Still, that's pretty standard for me. As I type, a man is using his laptop as a phone and holding up to his face so he's inside it like a fast talking techno-Spanish sandwich. Guess it won't be long till I'm doing the same.

Wish me luck. I'm going outside!