I’ve been awake for a zillion hours now, only had about four hours sleep since waking up on Sunday morning, but after nearly falling asleep while the plane was landing at Berlin Tegel airport, I’ve got a bit of a second (third, fourth, probably fifth) wind.
How the hell do I write all this down in a form that isn’t just a splurge of adjectives?
Well, I’ll have to try it out. Maybe I’ll do it in two or three sections…
So, as I said, I went to Miami because Yahoo! Music Unlimited were launching their campaign of TV ads that feature Minipops during the VMAs. But we’ll come back to that later.
First up was the flight. And Hurricane Katrina.
All was going well. The captain had told us it might be a bit bumpy coming into Miami, but we should be fine.
As we got close to Miami, the clouds looked like this:
At this point, I took a photo just because the clouds were über-pretty, like the mozarella on a well-made pizza.
As we got close, it got bumpier. but then it chilled out a bit. Later, I found out that the chilled bit was the actual official EYE OF THE HURRICANE!
Ain’t it grand? I tooks me a goshdarned photo. You can see the ocean there. The bit which is a paler, more tropical green colour is the bit of the sea right next to Miami Beach.
On the other side of the eye, it got bumpier still. Left, right, up, down, forwards, backwards. We were all over the place.
I don’t like flying in general, but I was surprisingly calm during it all. I didn’t think I was gonna die or anything. It was weird. Maybe my fear of flying is on its way out the door. Yay! Having said that. When the hurricane pushed from the front of the plane, and suddenly we lurch backwards and it feels like the plane had completely stopped mid-air, it was a bit hairy. Like, oh fuck, we’re not moving. Not moving = falling out of the sky. (Insert Homer-style tongue waggling scream here.)
After about five minutes of that, the plane began to rise out of the clouds, and the pilot told us we couldn’t land (No? Really!?) and we’d be going to Orlando to reassess the situation.
Reassessment done: you lot are staying in Orlando tonight.
So, my time in Orlando was covered in the previous post (But maybe you’d like to see this fella’s shorts. This was outside the mall, where we tough kids smoke).
Fast forward to Orlando to Miami flight. Went like a dream. And who should be on the plane in first class? Well, it’s Johnny Knoxville. Yay. Wearing the exact same sunglasses he wore at the VMAs and at a party on Friday night. Also wearing a belt with his name on it just in case. I was near the front of the plane so I kinda ended up right behind him as we were all going to get our luggage. It’s amazing watching people when you’re walking behind someone famous. Half looks, double takes, outright staring. All while I’m trying to not be a stalker, but also try and get a sneaky photo. The one below is the best I could muster as I stomped along behind him. Sorry.
As your celeb reporter, I can tell you he seemed like a nice guy from what I saw; he smiled, said hello, and signed stuff for people who approached him.
Bag picked up, in a cab, and Miami looked fucked. Trees all over the place. Coconuts on roads, bashed cars on the side of roads, advertising hoardings hanging off. General debris mayhem. Looking back, having seen what Katrina did to New Orleans, Miami got off really really lightly. The wind was still pretty strong, by my normal life standards. Enough to give me a fright when a gust nearly blew the cab into the central reservation.
Finally, I get to the Loews Hotel, have a shower, get changed, have a quick fag on the windy balcony, and gear up for my Miami odyssey. Which, like any good soap opera fan knows, you’ll find out about in the next installment.
I’ll leave you with a photo of the view from the balcony.
I think I’ll have a good ol’ sleep now.