9-15-08 (from hand-written journal)

11:46am
For the second time since being in Miami, this morning I found myself the only person on a shuttle bus that could speak English. I find this especially strange as I just came from a foreign country, and never experienced this (and I'm not counting Adam either). Last night it was a large tour group of folks that were on our plane from Belize that appeared to be speaking German. This morning on the way back to the airport, there was a group speaking French and another speaking Spanish, but once again, no English.

When taking my carry-on through the X-ray machine to get to the terminal, I forgot there was a bottle of water in my bag from yesterday's flight. When questioned about it, I said I was completely unaware it was in there. Reflecting on this, that was possibly the stupidest thing in the world I could have said. Luckily they didn't think anything of it, took the water, and simply sent me on my way.

It's noon now, and we're scheduled to land at about 1:45. This is 35 minutes earlier than my reservation stated. I'[m wondering if this might work to my advantage ride-wise. I guess I'll find out when I get back into town though.

That's about it for now. Actually, now would be a good time to finally write a little bit about the day we went cave-tubing. I will make a separate entry though.

Ryan