Day 270 - Matt Feels Crap, And The Beginning Of Our Accommodation Troubles

Unfortunately we had to move today, as the hostel had no beds for us. We got a cab for a few blocks and we are now in the Clay Hotel, a chintzy little establishment on española way, which is a little street full of cool spanish style buildings, bars and restaurants. We had burritos from the place on the corner and headed straight to the beach, where we looked at girls and waited for our headaches to subside. The girls on the beach lived up to out expectations, especially the multicultural and bethonged (not a word eh Firefox? It is now.) trio in front of us, who spent most of the day cavorting in the surf and splashing each other while taking pictures. Awesome. Anyway, the hangover subsoded and was replaced by a general ill feeling, on my part at least. This got worse and worse, culminating in me nearly throwing up in the Outback Steakhouse (the awful food may have been what triggered that, to be fair). We had to drop by the hostel to inform the Irish girls that we would not be attending their surprise birthday party for their friend, and they were very lovely about it - we were given a Miami guidebook to study, and one of them (a teacher) asked me very quietly if I needed to use their toilet. Things weren't quite that bad, but it was nice to know that I could. I was in bed by 10, and slept fitfully while half watching Swingtown on the TV, for some reason. Oh, we're going to the Everglades tomorrow - I hope I have recovered by then.