We flew into Miami late afternoon closing the Central America chapter of our trip, the pace was about to speed up after having practically laid on a beach for two months. There were so many things we had to look forward to – including how many In & Out burgers we could eat in 4 weeks.
We had missed the comforts of easy access to food, roads without pot holes or just tar in general and public transport with an actual schedule.
It honestly felt like the trip had just begun and Central America was a warm up.
We arrived at Freehand Hostel which is hands down the best place we’ve called home to date, and maybe forever.
Every part of this hostel is thoughtfully designed; the retro furniture filled entry, quirky check in chicks, the outdoor bar area with mis-matched pre loved chairs, fairy lights, ping pong tables amongst the greenery and the pool area surrounded by graffiti. Somebody deserves an award for this sanctuary. We even got given a disposable camera by the sweet blue-haired girl behind the desk on check-in!
The bedrooms have a sailor/retro fisherman style to them, and the bed nooks are something all hostels should strive to make their shitty unstable squeaky concrete beds more like.
Our room mates were going to either make or break our time at Ultra so when we met Dan & Dot we were super relieved. We couldn’t have asked for better Aussies to spend the week with.
Ultra was an outrageous three days, highlights were Gestafelstein, Cut Copy, 2 Many DJ’s, Krewella and Hardwell. We were disappointed by Diplo and Jack U, I don’t know if we were watching the same set everyone else was but for the two guys we wanted to see most it was a huge let down.
The last two days we spent NOT drinking vodka and red bull, rather dining at FKU (Pork Steamed Buns, get in my belly), watching the king Lebron shoot hoops at a Miami Heat home game and cruising Ocean Drive.
Goodbye sweet blue Caribbean sea.