Epic layover at Miami Beach

In August 2012 we were doing about a three week trip to Central America. On our way to Guatemala we had a saturday-night layover at Miami Beach. For this, we had great plans, but not even in our wildest dreams, would've we guessed how it turned out.

We'd booked a hostel dormitory for the layover-night from Miami Beach. Our connecting flight from Chicago O'Hare was delayed some hours and we'd almost lost hope of arriving to Miami Beach in time. Anyway, it was about midnight when our flight finally landed in MIA and we got the chance to hit the streets of Miami Beach. After some minutes of walking around, we found an outdoor club/bar and ordered a Long Island Icetea and two Mojitos. We were thinking, that we had to get some juice in our system no matter what the cost. The cost should've mattered at least a little bit, because if I remember correctly, the drinks cost about 80 bucks together. The upside was, that the drinks were huge and they got our jetlag-tired bodies kicking again.

Soon we found ourselves switching the bar to a crowded club called "The Clevelander". Some of us had the opportunity to mingle with ebony mamas. A dream come true for sure.

We tackled the night ahead with some pitchers of beer. While sucking up the beer, we noticed a couple sitting on the other side of the table. They were not too excited of each other's company. The lady was a beautiful blonde with a sad face, and the guy was significantly older and looked enthusiastically at other ladies also. We were insulting the couple in Finnish, because it's practically impossible (probability is about 0,08 %), that in the other side of the world we'd bump into people who'd understand what we're saying. After a while, the guy we'd just insulted suddenly stood right beside me and stared at me emotionless. I decided to introduce myself and offered my hand for a friendly handshake. The guy opened his mouth and said in Finnish: "Fucking Finns!". The impossible had happened. The guy was Finnish origin, but was born and raised in Dallas, Texas. Luckily the guy was forgiving and a true playa, with enough pick-up lines for the whole group.

None of us actually remember what happened next, but the outcome was, that we were in a car (propably a cab) on our way to some Cuban ghetto in Miami with some Cuban homies. One of our group members had the Finnish guy's escort girl in his lap, which was pretty nice cockblock-move.

In the pic above, we're in a cab driving to MIA and thinking: What did just happen? Did we really do all of that shit in just few hours?