Our man in... Miami

Ow do. It's my second day in Miami now and I have to say that jet lag is a pain in the arse. True to form though (harkening back to the Atlanta escapade) I've done my best to beat it. I just spent a bit of time working it out and yesterday I was up for 29 hours straight. Brilliant. The flight was delayed by an hour or so and but wnet smoothly apart from that. Got to the hotel alright and then got changed and went out to find some food. The old travel habit of talking to complete strangers kicked in and I got chatting to this bloke called Karl. He'd just finished a tour in Belize with the army and is trained in all things jungle so got a few tips off him. The night progressed and we got talking to some German ladies (for some reason Miami is awash with our European friends) and before we new it it was 5 am. They like to stay up late here. Up at 9.30 this morning and now I'm so tired I can hardly type. It's been a nice day though. Just ligging by the pool, the odd swim in the sea. I met up with the German contingent again for a couple of beers but I've had to head home now to put the jet lag to bed. I've been invited to a night on a casino boat tomorrow so we'll see how that pans out. Should be good.

I'm off to bed... I'm shatt e r e dzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz