Miami is beautiful and quiet before 0500 in the morning as our ship sails up the harbor, turns and then settles in at the NCL dock. There were few people up and about. Most who got up were seriously interested in breakfast more than the harbor. I am sure that I have sailed in to Miami early at least a dozen times and still find it beautiful.
That was the end of the loveliness. Road and bridge construction getting out of the harbor is horrendous. Looking out the side of the bus, down to a barely there guardrail which is suppose to “protect” the vehicles on the road from the 10+ meter drop to the construction underneath that particular elevated strip of highway? I don’t think so.
I had hours to kill at the airport before I could clear security for a flight that was leaving at ~1700 with a plane change in Denver. We were late getting into Denver due to turbulence, even later landing, and just barely managed to get to my connecting flight to Oakland. The only good things about the whole mess is that there allegedly was a later flight; they held the connector as there were a good dozen people making the change from the Miami flight. I didn’t care that I was in the back of the plane again – I was on the plane….
George picked me up at OAK. I was glad to get home. Of course, with everything else, the baro-trauma wiped out the hearing in my left ear (the good ear). I want to sleep in tomorrow. Or is it already tomorrow?
