I was not makin friends in Miami. all the flats being rented by Cuban agents who brought new people in nightly, I am sure illegally at that. Down at the park it was 'Hola', from the woman playing there with there kids, and then I would 'Hi', and that was the end of the conversation, as they only spoke Spanish. I was not unhappy, but after Greece with my wonderful employers and friends I found Brenda almost as listless as the kid. But I am not one to sit and mope, so I took the busses , any one, just to see where I would end up. In that way I could learn the lay of the land, and it was not long before I went all over with the Amtrak trains and long distance busses. But I had a lot of embarassing mishaps also. One of them quite funny in retrospect ,when I strolled down Beach road, looking at all the Art Deko buildings, criss crossing the whole area, until I was footsore and thirsty, and started looking for somewhere to sit down and nurse my swolen feet and wet my dry throat with a cappucino. So I came to this kind of small but lovely mall, and sat down at a table at a very stylish restaurant, knowing that I would surely pay through my neck for a cappucino, but did not care one whit, as I was tired, warm and quite lonely. I did not notice at once that I was being watched, but slowly I became aware of many eyes on me, some eyes quite smiling, other very unfriendly, but thought nothing of it until I realised that this place was a bitty strange, as all the patrons were females, and this females were all bally Amazons! And cookelooring from under my broughs, as by now I had picked up a definite vibe towards me, I wondered if I had strolled into a brothel, as the ladies were all simpering like a bally lot of idiots, and they were way over make-upped. My cappucino was hot, and for the price I had to pay I was damned if I was just going to obey this ladies silent and quite threatening stares at me, so I stuck to my guns and tried to keep my cool. That is when I got a bit more adventurous and really started looking with interest at the lot. Then one of them, a tall, lanky girl with quite a strong chin left her friends and asked if she could join me. I was only to glad to at last make a friend whose vocabulary was better than 'hola', and I smiled back friendly and invited her to sit. She smelled strongly of some expensive parfume, and from close-up I could see that she was definitely overdressed and over-make-upped, and looking just a little bit out of the usual norm!

Meanwhile the other girls were all staring at us, and I started to really feel that something was not quite the thing here, and then looking around and weighing up the lot , like a bally thunderbolt it hit me! This was a cross dressing joint! OH MY LORD!!! Did I made an attempt at speedy Conzales's record for getting out of a scrape!!! MMMM! I Ran!!