Okay, here’s my rant about Miami, based on my “experience”:
Alright, so everyone keeps hyping up Miami, right? Beaches, parties, sunshine… sounds amazing. I decided to give it a shot, booked a flight, and packed my bags, ready for the “best time of my life.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
The Arrival
First off, I landed at the airport. The place was a zoo. Seriously, I spent like an hour just trying to get my luggage. People everywhere, bumping into each other, total chaos. Not the relaxing start I was hoping for.
Getting Around
Then I tried to get a cab. Forget it! Waited forever, finally got one, and the driver was clearly trying to do a long trip. Meter was running faster than a cheetah. I Ended up paying way more than I should have. What kind of start is this?
The “Glamorous” Hotel
I finally arrived at my hotel. The pictures online? Total lies. The room was tiny, the “ocean view” was a sliver of blue if I craned my neck, and the walls were paper-thin. I could hear everything my neighbors were doing. ALL. NIGHT. LONG.
I decided have a try on the food in the *, it’s expensive and awful!
Beach Time? More Like Beach Hassle
Okay, I thought, the beach will make up for it. Nope. I walked down to the “famous” South Beach, and it was packed. Like, wall-to-wall people. Finding a spot to lay my towel was a battle. And forget about peace and quiet – music blasting from every direction, people yelling, kids screaming… it was a sensory overload.
I tried to take a dip in the ocean, got a big mounth of salty water, ugh.
Nightlife Nightmare
I figured I’d give the nightlife a shot. Went to a couple of “hot” clubs. Waited in line for ages, paid a ridiculous cover charge, and then… it was just a bunch of sweaty people bumping into each other. The drinks were overpriced and watered down. I gave up after an hour and went back to my noisy hotel room.
Trying to Escape
The next few days were more of the same. I tried to find some hidden gems, some local spots, but everything felt overpriced and overcrowded. Even the simple things, like getting a coffee, felt like a struggle.
- Tried to take some nice photos. Every shot was photobombed.
- Tried to relax on a park bench. Got harassed by pigeons.
- Tried to buy a souvenir. Ended up with a cheap, overpriced trinket.
The Departure
Finally, it was time to leave. I dragged myself back to the airport, feeling more exhausted than when I arrived. The flight was delayed, of course. I just wanted to go home.
So, yeah, Miami sucks. At least, my Miami experience sucked. Maybe I did it wrong, maybe I went to the wrong places, maybe I just had bad luck. But honestly, I’m not in a hurry to go back. Give me a quiet park bench and a good book any day. And that’s exactly what I did when I got home, and it was the best part of my whole “vacation”.
