Oh my god it's a Nandos….!

So, I did say that I wouldn't write for a few days but yesterday was eventful so I thought I should share the fun with anyone that's still reading my long blog posts (well done and good luck with the next 6 months BTW ;)

The day starts quite normal and we spend the day tanning it up on the beach in the gale force wind.

After about 9 days without having a Starbucks (and with moaning I want to find one for the last 2 days) we stick our fingers up at the brutal wind and make our merry way along to the beacon of happiness. As we're having a nice little mooch along I casually mention 'Oh look, there's a Nandos next to Starbucks!' with those 8 words Farah practically screams and does a little jig, exclaiming that she's starving and must must must have one right this second. On further inspection a disappointed & slightly venomous Farah retorts back 'That's the bloody Marriot NOT NANDOS!!'. This is the joy of not wearing my glasses, getting people fired up, a quick burst of excitement at my hazy visions, only to then disappoint. But hey, honestly the red writing, the little thing above the words…well to me it looked like nando chicken…a nandos chicken inviting up into its chicken haven of chicken goodness (TBH I don't see all the fuss with Nandos, its just a bit of flavoured chicken, get over it. *awaits hate mail and letter bombs*)

So, we get to Starbucks and I have to say I think I have found a contender in the best friggin drink in the whole widely world. Oh YES, oh YES, you heard me right……PEPPERMINT MOCHA FRAPP. It's like mint chocolate chip ice cream through a straw, its like heaven on a slice of cake in my mouth (ok that makes no sense but im getting excited thinking about it)..its divine, it's a must.

Enough of the Starbucks chat, lets get onto the evening!
I go for another long run and clock up a nice 40min evening run in the dark, the Frappa must have sent the coffee through my vains as I'm running like a women possessed & feel elated another runs in the bag. BOSH.
We had decided early on that as we're spending too much money we will now start eating the $3 dinners at the Hostel. I decided pretty sharply that Tango Wango chicken just wasn't going to cut it for me after that long run so I decide to be the great budgeter that I am and go get a nice, expensive, fillet mignon. Class. We head back to somewhere where we can (well Farah) can flirt with the waiters and get a 20% discount on food and BOGOF on cocktails. Rather then wuss out on the normal Mojito, this time we decide to supersize and get the $25 in your face one. Half way down I'm plastered and feeling pretty ropey, we're practically 2mins from dancing on the table and Farah looks like she's about to have an epileptic fit when a tune from 1996 comes on.

We decide to head off for a drink and realise for anywhere lively we're going to have to pay to get in, which is slightly gutting as there's a fab booty dancing bar where ladies are doing all sorts on poles, stages and the bar. We even offer to put a pair of the hot pants on ourselves and shake our derrière but alas they won't shift on the $10 entry fee. Upon asking a Taxi driver about the cost to get to Space we quickly come to the conclusion that Space is amazing but a complete mission to get to, thinking our supersize cocktail is wearing off we decide to have a wander and come across a man who looks slightly homeless & looks like he's just found a pizza on the floor & is having a late dinner.
Little do we realise this guy is in fact…no no you'll never guess….it was indeed CRAIG FRIGGIN DAVID!!

Ok, not really it was a dude called Dj Froggie (Personally I thought this name choice was appalling but Farah found it cute). So Dj Froggie tells us about amazing nights.…that we're not going to... and a short story about his life (semi interesting), when he also mentions he is Dj'ing at an underground style Hip Hop club round the corner called Tangier . So off we trot to find a darkened out club with some scary looking hip hop crew hanging about. As I fear for my life Farah gets us in and we've landed in this very dodgy looking club which reaks of weed & I'm thinking this is it, this is how I'm going to die! Now don't get me wrong, I like Hip Hop & I have some clothes where I'd fit in quite nicely, but I'm not in the appropriate gear & Farah is smashed & dancing like she's been let loose from the local institute. Luckily all the scary Hip Hop people warm to Farah's crazy ways & she is welcomed like a long lost mental sister.

We are now in true Miami, there's no other foreign people..just 2 little white girls in a pretty much black, underground club…after a shot and a ridiculously strong drink I start to relax. Into the centre of the floor then strides performer after performer, rapping into a video camera. This is pretty impressive & I start liking the vibe, but as fast as they came they left & and out they all went in a haze of smoke (most likely weed).

We end up out on the street, pissed & wondering what to do with ourselves when along comes Dominic. This guy apparently knows everyone in Miami & is pretty flash so we let him take us to Cleveland Bar & up to the top open roof bar which overlooks Miami. Dominic stuffs a 20 in my hand to get us a drink, which makes me feel slightly cheap.... but, I take it anyway & get us some more drinks (mines a jagermeister while Farah has more class and orders another Mojito). This place is cool & the DJ is pumping out some amazing house music, before you know it we're surrounded by men and dancing our little booties off till 4am…we could have carried on but tbh I think we both wanted to wake up without wanting to commit suicide the next day. Plus Dominic was getting extremely touchy with both myself & Farah so we waited till he wasn't looking at legged it to the lift.

Walking home we stumble along this late night diner and I decide a burger is the best option with the current situation, a celebration for such a good but random night! Music is blaring, as it does everywhere in Miami, & before you know it Farah's showing off her moves again & getting harassed by pissed men who all want a piece of it. Im happy just getting a piece of my burger so as soon as it comes we head off towards the Hostel moaning & pretty much orgasming every single time we take a bite of, possibly, the BEST BURGER IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE UNIVERSE. I sh*t you not.