9:15 - Yesterday was pretty uneventful - minor strops aside, went and played on the tram after work - very pretty...visited the surreally named Ybor City and took lots of pretty pretty pictures :o) Think I spotted a gay bar, but not sure as I think it was being incognito... The trams are fun, they run every day until 11pm, and $3 gets you an all day pass. They have these funky wood and metal bench seats, there’s a handle on top and this sets the direction the seat faces :o) 17:16 - On the plane. Having stuffed myself with crackers and crisps in the departure lounge, I’m heading up over Florida on the way home. Bought lots of voddie and some Veuve in duty free, couldn’t think of anything else to get though. Spent the morning in Ybor City again, figured it’d be something to do before my car arrived at 1:30. Well, I spent the morning trying to fix Gaz’s computer, and *then* went to Ybor City. Gaz’s carefully built by me server apparently died completely after a powercut. I reckon Gaz just fell over the lead, meself It was very hot out - 29°C in the shade according to the bellboy’s thermometer...so wandering about in the sun was tiring and sweaty, tho it was a lot less humid today so wasn’t all bad I guess. Pretty dead out too, apart from down by Channelside, which was full of old people celebrating...wandered through by the aquarium on he way home, lots of bouncy type things and stuff, plus a fabulous misty corridor (fnar) that squirts a fine cooling mist of water on you as you go through it. Got back to the hotel to pick up all my bits and pieces to find a wizened old southern fellow in a cheap suit and shades mispronouncing my name to the bellboys - that’d be my driver then. Introduced myself and then he wandered off to get the limo..."let me get that, Sir", he says pointing to my holdall - I try and surpress a grin as he just about manages to get it into the trunk. Nice car, as Eevil cars go...big an leatherclad on the inside...there’s something very nice about leather car seats He spends some time telling me the history of Harbour Island (so riveting I’ve forgotten it all) and then sees that I’m not caring too much and stops. Or so I think, until I notice his hand movements and his head nodding and shaking, at which point I star to suspect he merely has an internal monologue that he puts on speaker from time to time. We stop, somewhere in the gorgeously named Plant City for supplies (I need water and his endless coffee cup seems dangerously low and in need of a refill) so we pop into a Chevron service station somewhere untouched by evolution. They sell boiled peanuts. Sat in a big vat of water. They look vile. I don’t think about it Get to the airport, duty free, stuff my face in the BA lounge, free voddie (mmMMMMmm) and then pick up duty free and on plane, which was suspiciously early! Dead here on the plane, can’t be more than 20 business class people on it, so I’m able to sneak out of my allocated seat and steal a window seat, which is very cool as I just got a pretty good pic of Cape Canaveral out the window as we flew overhead