Miami III, Florida City I

I'm alive, still, by the way; I haven't yet been killed, but not for lack of trying on the part of the mosquitos down here. I'm staying in the everglades hostel, florida city, which is south of miami and near the everglades (suprisingly) which is a reciepe for insect attack extreme. I just bought some nasty chemical spray, though, so should be alright.

The hostel is fantastic, again, lots of nice people etc musicians (a duo influenced mots by Ani Difranco - hooray) to play the guitars and drums in the lovely gazeboey (best word in this blog so far) thing outside, skydivers, and just down the road from ROBERT IS HERE, the greatest farm shop ever, filled with fruits i'd never heard of and still don't quite believe - dragon fruit?

The last day in Miami was spent examining the hopelessly trendy hordes skating by, then going to a jazz club with Luke the Australian. We saw a pretty odd act (a massive scatting-filled monster-bassy version of 'Fever' complete with some kind of scary erotic dancing) and had a drink - a bottle of beer for $6 - which scared us off until the main act came on -$6 for 6 beers in the supermarket across the street - then returned to dance to the excellent south american band now playing - we bought whiskey, which we figured would be cheaper, but actually cost $10 a go - an entire day's food budget, pretty much. Strong though and the next day travelling by bus, monorail, more bus and foot was pretty much hangover filled. It was worth it though as this is a good place for relaxing. Speaking of which...