Evening all! Here's another late-night blog entry all the way from the USA. No pics this time but wanted to do the next instalment cos my map was b*****ed and seemed to think I was in sodding Kansas. Didn't want to confuse everyone and it should be fixed now. Also wanted to wish everyone luck ahead of the Champions League footie. I'm ashamed that I missed the first leg because we were travelling, but no such problems this time around. I've found a nice sports bar where I'll be plonked come 2.45pm Washington DC time. Come on the boys!  It's really strange thinking about footie while you're out here. You feel a bit out of the loop, but I'm sure my mind will be focused come kick off. Especially if Stevie G bangs in a last-minute winner from 40 yards out. Ooh yeah! Anyway, enough about football. We're heading to Miami at 10am on Wednesday USA time and, wait for it, the plane has got PROPELLERS AGAIN!!! Holy God. Well, there are two flights and only the first, shorter one to Philadlephia is propeller-powered. I'm preparing the ear plugs and sick bags as we speak. Wish me luck! The weather here is gorgeous (as I hear it is in the UK too). Was about 25 degrees today, but when we get to Miami it's gonna be 30 plus! Christ I'm gonna be sweaty. Gonna try to fit in some final DC sights before the game tomorrow - FBI HQ, Museum of American History etc. We went to the Arlignton Cemetery today and saw JFK's grave, but got too hot, gave up on sightseeing and went to the pub instead. Mmm, God bless Corona. This is a bit random, but I just wanna mention it or I'll forget....While in the hostel back in Buffalo, I was propositioned by a 40-year-old woman who looked like the psycho from Misery. It was one of the scariest  experiences of my life. After taking out her Bridget Jones-style granny knickers from her bag and SNIFFING them in front of me, she asked if I wanted to take her out for a drink. Mmm, tempting. I panicked and said I'd have to ask my friend. She asked my room number, and being slow-witted I didn't think to tell her a false one. She said she'd come and knock on the door at 11pm, so Martin and I were planning to do some fake snoring in a Peep Show-esque manner, when we were saved by the bell and escaped to watch a film in the basement. Phew! And I'll never know if she knocked on the door. If you're reading this Oliver, she might have been more in your age bracket. On that disturbing note, good night and see you all in Miami!!