Late Night Flight Managua to Fort Lauderdale, USA
Good day,
The time is 6:45 am and I’m settled in at the Bahia Mar Hotel & Yacht Club by Hilton DoubleTree, indeed. The photo above was taken from the front lawn and is of what I assume to be a sunrisesque (sic) moment. This place is class and if they weren’t full, I’d be in my room. Instead I’m flirting with the breakfast ladies as it’s Valentines Day and there is nothing wrong with that.
The flight from Managua to Fort Lauderdale is about 2 hours. This is the reverse flight I caught coming into the country. Why did I take it? Because it was cheap and I’m time rich, easy as that. Customs in the USA was slow as sin, to make matters worse I would have been first but forgot my declaration form on the plane. Did you know it’s illegal to board an international flight once you leave it? Now you know…
Those US Customs videos could be HILARIOUS if you did voice overs, just saying.
Met a gent with an amazing pair of Air Jordan shoes while waiting around in the airport. When I arrived looked for a free shuttle, luckily no car as it’s a drag, even with cheap airport parking. There was one for $11 and at that exact moment, Mr. Air Jordan caught my eye. Asked this distinguished gentleman if he knew how to get to the Bahia Mar Hotel by bus as I didn’t feel like paying for a shuttle and I knew there was NO RUSH as no room was probably ready.
Just like that, a large red SUV with pimped rims rolls up. He says what’s the name of the place? He throws it in his iPhone and says “I’ll give you a lift, throw your bags in”. Just like that I’m cruising with Mr. Air Jordan, the lady who picked him up, two little dogs and this dude from Bluefields… Eh random!?
The hotel is booked full and it’s already coming alive. Considering this is a yacht club and my dream car is a yacht, will be hanging out down by the docks today visualizing my life in 20 years or something of that nature. Looking forward to doing very little in Fort Lauderdale before flying to Washington Dulles Airport Thursday morning to catch a 17 hour flight to Johannesburg, South Africa.
I live for these types of things, now back to my coffee that costs near the same as a pound of lobster tail on Little Corn.
Flicks cap,
P.S: This song is playing at the time of writing.
