Portland, OR to Miami, FL

Left Amy’s early this morning to drive out to Portland Airport. Things were quiet in the car as neither of us wanted to be separated. We’ve been apart for 3 weeks since meeting, but it’s now 5 weeks before we will see each other again. The quick drop off at the airport didn’t leave any time for things to get emotional – as I was missing her the moment she drove off.

The flight to Denver was pretty uneventful, as I slept most of the way (although I made sure I was awake at feeding time). The leg from Denver to Miami was longer and bumpier, but all went well for our landing.

Once I grabbed my luggage, I caught the 2 buses to get me to South Beach, Miami and settle into a hostel 2 blocks from the beach. It was late when I got there, so I wandered down to have a look at the water, and picked up a bite to eat at KFC, and checked emails before heading back to the room. There are plenty of people around, but for some reason the city doesn’t feel the safest – maybe I’m just being paranoid. It also seems kind of unclean (probably because everything is concrete – no grass or trees except on the beach). I’m not bothered though as I am leaving tomorrow to become Bahama Boy.