I’m In Miami B!tch III

June 24, 2010

Location: Miami, Florida, USA
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My cell phone alarm chimes its morning bells. It is 10am. Today is our departure day, so unlike yesterday, we’re unable to sleep in. Oh, the anguish of having to wake up at such an absurd hour.

From the lobby we head downstairs to valet parking. The concierge calls our car in but it is still some time before it arrives. Car loads of Brazilians are driving down Ocean Drive hanging out of their windows, repetitively honking their horn and flying their flag with pride. I assume Brazil has just won their match against North Korea in the FIFA 2010 World Cup. Well, either that or Brazil has just claimed world dominance.

Our car arrives. We load our luggage into the trunk. I take one last look at our hotel and then complete a full 360° swivel to take in the entire view. For as second, I am engulfed in semi-sadness. I’m going to miss this, and I don’t just mean Miami Beach. Soon, the freedom to be just a short drive away from all of this will be taken from me. I mean, sure, we have beaches back home in Australia, hell, we’re surrounded by beach; but the beaches and atmosphere back home in Melbourne fall shy when comparing them to anything like this. Oh how I wish it wasn’t so complicated to move here to the U.S.A. My heart belongs here. I belong here.

After a quick detour to Taco Bell we arrive at Fort Lauderdale Beach. The beach is just as gorgeous as Miami Beach; emerald green and blue waters, soft white sand and tropical palm trees. Fort Lauderdale Beach isn’t swarming with thousands of people though making it all the more welcoming. Rather than lay out in my swim suit, I keep my clothes on. A three hour drive awaits us and I can’t imagine it would be too enjoyable when I’m wet and have sand in places I’d rather not. After all, today’s outfit will still allow me to continue working on my lovely tan. I place my towel down on the sand, roll up my t-shirt sleeves, lay back and relax. It must be at least 96° out. Ah, heavenly.

There are storm clouds brewing in the distance. We decide to pack up our things and head back to the car. I head to the bathroom and throw my head under the tap. The cool water trickling down my neck and face feels amazing. I quickly find a foot tap and rinse my feet and flip flops down. There is no point drying my face and hair; by the time I walk back to the car it will be done for me. Just as I hop into the back seat it begins to rain. My timing could not have been any more spot on. By now it is 4pm; we begin our three hour drive back to Orlando.

Despite being so short, this weekend was perfection; a much needed slice of paradise. Miami, you are amazing. Wait for me, I shall be back.


I’m In Miami B!tch II

June 23, 2010

Location: Miami, Florida, USA
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The plan was to wake up at 10am in time fort the continental breakfast which was supplied by the hotel. That never happened. We started hauling our lazy butts out of bed at around midday. After a quick shower Ali and I made our way down to Fresh on Fifth. Fresh of Fifth is located on the corner of Ocean Drive and Fifth Street. It is an amazing little sandwich bar that allows you to tick off an array of fresh deli cuts, breads, extras and dressings on a list in order to create your own freshly made sub to your liking. Within a minute or so of handing in my selections sheet, my name is called to the counter for pick up and payment. Now that’s what I call service.
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We grab our food and walk three blocks down towards the Hilton Bentley (sister hotel to the Bentley). The Hilton Bentley is situated right on the beach and inclusive in our hotel service fee, we are able to use all their facilities including the sun chairs, umbrellas and bungalows they have on their private strip of beach. We register our names and are escorted to our own two sun chairs and private umbrella. I make myself comfortable, unwrap my baguette (which by the way is delicious) and happily start munching away while taking in the breathtaking views of South Beach. This is the life.

Our umbrella cast a gigantic shadow over my deck chair. This isn’t going to do me any good. I proceed to move the chair out of the shade and in full view of the sun. I make sure my boobs are placed in my bikini top accordingly and take my shirt off. I lay belly-up on my deck chair absorbing the suns rays. By now it is approaching 2pm, the sun is at its strongest peak and is glistening down from directly above us. My body sinks into the comfortable, soft deck chair cushion. I am so relaxed.

It is overwhelmingly hot. I can feel sweat dripping down the arch of my back. I’m not sure if this excessive heat is a result of the weather or the group of overtly tan, buff males  in their Speedos that have just taken over the beach. It appears they are recording some sort of commercial for a strongest man competition. Miami, sun, beach and now this. Life truly can’t get any better. At this moment, I knew God was watching down on me.

After admiring the muscular mass for some time, the heat becomes overbearing. Without a second though, I run towards the welcoming ocean and dunk myself in. Mike and Ali join me and we start playing catch with Mike’s football while jumping over waves. The water is a nice break from the extreme heat and feels incredible against my sun kissed skin.

We dry off and take a walk all the way down to the end of the beach. We hope to catch a glimpse of a departing cruise liner. While waiting for the ships to disembark on their journey, we snap some shots fooling around. A beach patrol guard rides by and informs us that the cruise liners aren’t due to come through for another hour or so. We’re all in desperate need of an ice cold drink so we make the decision to head back to the hotel and continue one with our days planned events.

After a quick hotel stop, we are in Mike’s car and off to check out Miami Ink Tattoo Studio. Miami Ink is a reality television series here in the U.S.A. that follows the art of tattooing in the South Beach store. Due to the hit T.V. series, the store is now recognized globally. We take some photos outside then have a snoop around on the inside. There is a man in the store getting his tattoo done while his girl watches on. I stop for a minute to watch what seems to be a painful process. I cringe at the thought of ever getting one done. One less thing for my mother to have to worry about.

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The sun starts to set. We head back to our hotel and discuss dinner options for the night. We decide against another night of American food and agree to dine outside by candlelight at Bellini; the Italian restaurant on the bottom level of our hotel.

Our waiter hands us our menus and explains that there are also various specials on display for tonight’s dining options. The steak on display looks amazing, so without further ado, I order it but substitute the mashed potatoes for roast potatoes instead. We didn’t have to wait too long before our meals arrived. The steak was absolutely delicious and to our surprise, we received a 25% discount off the bill for staying at the hotel and a complimentary glass of Mango Champagne from the chef.

We spend our night on the roof top deck playing cards and consuming Bud Light and Malibu and Pineapple; my two best friends. Today was another perfect day.

~TO BE CONTINUED ~


I’m In Miami B!tch I

June 23, 2010

Location: Miami, Florida, USA
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The morning started earlier than most. I hadn’t packed yet. My alarm was set to ease into a welcoming morning melody at some ungodly hour. I stayed up online late the night before when I could have been packing, but alas, Facebook and Twitter kept calling my name. You can see where my priorities lie.

We gather out front of our apartment complex at 9:30am to load the car. I was in such a great mood; the sun was shining despite the weather mans gloomy forecast and the birds were chirping. A McDonald’s breakfast run was decided which sounded absolutely heavenly to my stomach . Today was going to be a good day.

A four hour drive from Orlando to Miami Beach await us. Mike has made a road-trip play-list to help ease the discomfort of being cramped up in a car for that long a time. I bop around in the back seat to a few new tunes. A group favorite, the Backstreet Boys ‘I Want It That Way’ comes on. I clear my throat and prepare to sing my heart out. We all sing at the top of our lungs with harmonization like you’ve never heard it before. Despite the early hour, our voices combine sound refreshingly smooth; almost enough to give the Backstreet Boys a run for their money. It’s barely 11am and I’ve already had McDonalds and a strenuous vocal workout; and to think, I’m usually still in bed at this hour.

As we drive toward the Art District of Miami Beach I am pleasantly surprised with the giant murals and sculptures on and out front of the buildings surrounding us. The colors are so vivid and radiant; they almost make you want to admire their beauty. It is amazing how something so simple can brighten up such a bland looking building, making it appealing to the eye. Something distracts my attention away from the art work for a second. Our car approaches an endless strip of palm trees. We have officially arrived at Miami Beach!
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We are booked into The Bentley Hotel on Ocean Drive, South Beach. As we approach Ocean Drive, I try to keep an eye out for the hotel but, at the same time, I try to sneak a peak at the lively area in which we are situated. The people walking down the street are gorgeous, the atmosphere; phenomenal; the scenery; breathtaking and the cars rolling on by; to die for.

I have a mini heart attack as well pull up, curb-side, to our hotel. We have valet parking take care of the car from here on in. The bell boy takes our luggage up to our room as we check in. I found The Bentley Hotel on Trip Advisor where it ranked #34 of 198 hotels in Miami Beach. After carefully reading the reviews and being quite impressed, I was convinced this was the hotel for us. We had booked a one bedroom suite which would comfortably accommodate four of us (two in the master bedroom and two on the fold out couch). Check in goes quite smoothly and we are handed our room keys. The suite is absolutely beautiful. We have a huge living space, a more than adequate kitchen area, the master bedroom is great and the bathroom area is huge, complete with a personal butt-washer! Bless Trip Advisor for its honest reviews (Click on the images below to enlarge).

We didn’t waste any time unpacking. Within a few minutes of settling in, we had our bathing suits on and went to suss out the roof-top pool and tanning deck. Although only five levels up, the view from the roof-top deck was truly beautiful. The different-shades of ocean-blue water shimmered as it caught the suns rays; the sand, so white and pure and the palm trees, gently swaying in the afternoon breeze beckoned a picture perfect post-card moment. I took a deep breath and inhaled the ocean-fresh air; so crisp and invigorating. I had already fallen in love with Miami (Click on the images below to enlarge).

After a quick dip and tanning session on the roof top, it was time to frolic on South Beach. I held my flip flops in my hand and sunk my toes deep into the warm, white sand. The crashing of the waves upon the shore whilst the sun, in all its glory, was shining down on me was so relaxing. I wish I could live this moment for ever. My thoughts are interrupted by the suggestion of a group photo in front of the ‘Miami Beach’ life guard hut. We ask a beach random to take our photo; he seems more than happy to do so. I snap away at the gorgeous aqua waters long enough to make me want to jump into it. I pack away my camera and frolic toward the shore. I cautiously creep in to test the North Atlantic waters temperature; it has been warmed by the suns rays. The next wave comes crashing over my feet and as it washes back toward the ocean, I scrunch up my toes as my feet sink into the wet sand (Click on the images below to enlarge).

Dusk begins to fall. We settle for dinner at TGI Friday’s which is right underneath our hotel. Once dinner is done, we head back to our apartment to pre-game, play some cards and get ready for a night out clubbing.


Today was an extremely long day. I’m finally glad when it’s time to rest my head and close my eyes. Tomorrow is a whole new day.

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~