Oh what fun - South Beach Miami

Its been awhile since I have sat down to write about my adventure, so now its fingers to keyboard to catch up on things.

Still I can not get photos uploaded. At the internet cafe we aren't allowed to download things onto the computer, so I need to befriend a local who has a laptop.

I have a new phone so I can now be contactable. So please give me a call or text while I sit alone here on the beach in South Beach Miami

The San Francisco and Houston friends have now all gone home, and already my liver is saying thank you. Its been a wild ride over the past two weeks, and of course there are no complaints from little old me. Adam, I have kept up the tradition of the three B's. For those who don't know what that is its, Beach, Bars and Boys. Christmas Eve was magic spending it with my friends from San Francisco. We had a wonderful dinner at a restaurant called "Touches". The food was brilliant, the atmosphere was brilliant, and the company was more than I could have wished to have around me. I took the time out over dinner to call my parents at their home, midday Sydney time, but there was no answer. Immediately I thought the naughty kids were already at their neighbours place on the turps, so I called the mobile. My mum answered sounding sober, so I questioned where they were. Mum told me that had left their home town to go away as with me not being around over Christmas and being overseas, see didn't want to spend it at home as it was to upsetting. On hearing this I nearly cried, I could feel the tears welling up. She continued to tell me that they were in the town Forster, our old holiday destination on the mid north coast of New South Wales. They were sitting under shelter on the beach in the rain eating prawns (shrimps), our typical Christmas lunch meal. Again I felt this urge to shed a tear. My mum was missing me and I could hear it in her voice. After speaking to dad, as I had to get off the phone with mum before she made me collapsed to the floor in a blubbering mess, I returned to the table and reported to Johnny what my mum had said. He too was almost in tears. Any way the evening was a great success and would totally do it again.

New Years Eve weekend was a blast. After meeting some of the locals and getting a run down on where to go on what nights, we found ourselves at the right places at the right times. But NYE was spent at a club called TWILO, wow what a top night. It is one that I will be talking about for a long time. I have photos but will have to load them later (now completed)

I was lying on the beach by myself for the past few days just reflecting on what I have seen over the past two weeks. I began comparing it to my trips to Hawaii with Adam. This place is just full of beautiful people, both straight and gay, male or female. But I find that Hawaii is a more open and friendlier place. There hasn't been many people here that I find that I can talk to. If you're not the body perfect image then you're not part of the 'in crowd'. Its a good place to sit a stare, but that's about it. Don't get me wrong, I have met and made friends here, but this place is missing some warmth to it. But I have one special memory with me that I will always remember from just a few nights ago. It's always the way with me, I meet them (Alex from Calgary) just before they have to leave.

I have booked my flight out of here for January 19th, so I have a few more weeks left. Its too cold to head north and I don't have any warm clothing with me. That's also when my buddy Kevin from NYC returns from San Francisco for work where he will pick up my jackets from William for me. Thanks buddy's. So meanwhile I'll sit on the beach, in the warmth of the sun, working on my tan lines until then.