Kat and Kate do America

"Party on the beach til the break of dawn...we're going to Miami...welcome to Miami" (Smith, W, 1998)

..or yet ANOTHER crap hostel. Now were talking REALLY bad. The South Beach Hostel didn't appear in our 'bible' and we had been warned off by Chris and Jay (of Austin fame) and it didn't take long to figure out why. On waking up after the first night, I heard this uttered by a severly discontent young lady..

"ITS LIKE SLEEPING IN A NIGHTCLUB TOILET!" (Wilde, K. E., 2006)

We had the convenient location of sleeping above a nightclub, with the added bonus of it being open until 5am. Combine this with being stuffed in the tiniest room ever with Senor Snore who obviously didn't hear the James Blunt/Dido/Cheesy classics/Hardcore dance set that we had to enjoy. Here is a list of reasons why the South Beach Hostel did not deserve the $25 a night..
Chipboard flooring in the hall..the whole hall
1 out of 4 showers worked
Window with no glass in the bathroom
Doors on the toilet didn't lock (much to Kat's horror)
Toilet doors made in a shed in Trinidad
No curtains in the room
Desk lamp for a light
Unmatching creeky beds found on skip, nailed together for security
Unmatching linen
Broken mirror
Stupid BoHo paintings on the wall
Permanent residents
The entrance was in an alley decorated with a fish head and sick
The kitchen smelt of wet dog and was completely unsanitary and unuseable

South Beach itself was pretty wicked and was the place to be if you had a pimpin ride and lots of cash money.. or a scooter, or you've got major Brokeback tendencies or you're Hispanic with a chip on your shoulder.

posted by Kat Weaver @ 1:56 AM