We started the last 120 miles to Miami, a little bit wrecked, we got lost, after 4000 miles I decided to get confused with my East and West.. oops! About 8pm we roll on into the entrance of the Raleigh Hotel on Collins in South beach. Kind of emotional and kind of not ready for this journey to end, probably why it's taken me so long to wind this blog story up I guess.
We went to the bar and drank caipirinhas, lots of em, we went out, we ended up in a bar with some paraplegic lesbians, I think it rocked although we have no knowledge of getting back to the hotel (not for the last time).
The next 7days were going to be work related for the next shoot, but it involved the usual, beaches, pools, bars, minibuses, bars and bars.
We did have to check in to a new hotel in the shape of the Gansevoort a few blocks up but still on Collins as it was Art Basel week. This place was a slightly different class to the Raleigh, it was where all trashy colours came together and where cafe del mar was played in the lift - my hotel room was bigger than my house mind and I can't complain, it was still on the beach and had a roof top infinity pool.
One thing I will say about work was that it was really good to meet Lisa finally and great to meet Alex, it's funny when you work by email sometimes, for 2 weeks I thought 'She' was a 'He' - local phone purchase required next time i think.
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