Miami definitely gets enough of its fair share of sunshine. Having forgotten it is winter back in London, we jump on a boat and cruise around Biscayne Bay to see the homes of the rich & famous.
I have a soft spot for road trips. I simply love driving. I find it soothing even. So when I get to drive on a section of asphalt that I have dreamed of since I have had a licence, the feeling I get is a good one.
Miami is known as the beach party capital. Bikini clad girls and endless amounts of alcohol. But on television, whenever a murder victim is found, it’s always been dumped in a swamp.
I have just arrived at Ultra Music Festival in Miami. There are over 50,000 people here and I’m getting confused. You meet people, it is a festival after all, but they all keep asking me if I have seen their friend. Have you seen Molly?” “Can you help me find Molly?” “Hey dude, I found Molly for us!” “I love your dreads!”
The Bellagio fountain is pretty hard not to miss on the Las Vegas strip. It was the first thing I saw in Sin City, and like many, I had Frank Sinatra playing in my head.