I hire another car. To do what I want to do here in Miami is not possible on public transport. I want to visit Key West. There are a string if islands that tail off the bottom of the Florida peninsula. And they are linked by a series of bridges, or skyways. Anyway, more of that in the next blog.
Today I check out Miami Beach, that famous playground of the rich and glamorous. More freeways and tolls. There are toll ways everywhere. They’re cheap but frequent. Miami Beach is very much like the Gold Coast. Highrises line the beachfront, glamorous people and cars everywhere, traffic jams and no parks. The beaches are crowded, even at this quitter time if the year. The water is a beautiful blue and the sand is brilliant whit and raked, but there aren’t any waves. Even on this side of Florida there are no waves. Where’s the surf?
This is Troy Davis, the man on deathrow I told you about last week. There were questions about his guilt but the execution went ahead as planned last Wednesday night.
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