Robert M. Coles

Author, World Traveler, Public Speaker

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48 Hours In Miami: A Little Fun in the Sun!

Summer is approaching, and it’s getting hot! Welcome to my new series. For the next 6 weeks I’ll be bringing you info on 6 different cities, and how you can make the most out of a summer weekend! I’m a beach bum, so my first stop is Miami, which was my home for about 6 months. I absolutely fell in love with this city, it’s culture, it’s art scene, the food, and the beaches! Let’s take a look at how you should spend 48 hours in Miami!

Friday Night:

You’re arriving, probably from Miami International Airport. Best option is to grab an Uber and head over to your hotel, The Shelbourne, to check in. Feel free to grab a quick nap, as the night is just getting started. When I lived in Miami, we would get off work around 5pm (sometimes earlier) and have a rest before heading out for the night. So, sleep for about an hour, then get ready, because it’s going down!

7:00pm – Drinks at Monty’s Raw Bar

The night. Starts. Now!

You’ll love sitting outside in this Tiki style bar and restaurant with a pool in the middle. Bring your suit and jump in if you so desire! You’re going to want to get the Pain Killer. It’s a delicious fruity drink that stays true to it’s word and will definitely remove all pain. This drink comes in three levels, Pain Killer 1, 2, & 3, and corresponds with the number of rum shots. My advice, start with a 3, then work your way down! Remember, the night is young and so are you!

10:00pm – Dinner at Burger and Beer Joint

This place quickly became my favorite, and you’ll love it, too. Just like the name of the restaurant, they serve burgers and beer! My favorite is the Hotel California, a delicious beef patty topped with sharp cheddar, frilled onions, fried egg, guacamole, jalapeño relish, cilantro sour cream all on a brioche bun. Trust me, it’ll keep you going strong while you party the night away.

11:00pm – SCORE Nightclub

One of Miami’s best gay bars in town. Now, it’s not a bear bar, but it includes all men. This bar has great music and dancing, and you’ll want to stay all night, but it’s just your first stop. Have a drink or two, do some dancing, and get ready for your next stop.

1:00am – TWIST Nightclub

Now the night hits it’s high point. This bar features 7 different areas, each with their own theme, from the British pub to the techno dance club. You’re sure to enjoy delicious cocktails, a great beer list, and decent wine selections.

4:00am – Uber back to the Shelbourne 

Saturday:

12:00pm – Rise and shine, breakfast at the hotel

Let’s face it, you partied hard, didn’t you? Don’t go far. Today is dedicated to hanging out at the cabanas by the pool, walking down to the beach for a while, and lounging around. You’ll start with breakfast by the pool and maybe a Mimosa or Bloody Mary. Then it’s ultimate relaxation!

8:00pm – Dinner on Espanola Way

Take your pick. There are a dozen restaurants here to choose from, and none of them will disappoint. Whether you want a quiet sit-down spot, or you want something a little more Latin with dancing and lively music, you’ll find it all on this street!

10:00pm – Club Boi

This might get a little wild… Head over to Club Boy for hip-hop, Latin, Top 40, and R&B music, plus strippers! YOLO, right?!

Sunday:

11:00am – Brunch at The Local House

This place is not to be missed, but get there on time and get a porch seat so you can enjoy the breezes from the ocean not but a block away, as well as the ceiling fans that will keep you cool and comfortable. Try the Crab Cake Eggs Benedict and have a Bloody Mary for me!

1:00pm – Shopping at Lincoln Mall

This world famous shopping stretch is the best place to shop ’til you drop. I personally love the people watching, and there are plenty of places around there to grab a quick ice cream or snack if you get hungry! It’s the perfect way to end your trip to Miami!

After 48 hours, you’ll be heading back to the airport a little more tan, with less liver function, and a greater love for Latin food and Latin music!

Who’s joining me?

How I Unintentionally Bypassed Airport Screening and Accidentally Smuggled In A Bottle of Water

I recently took a weekend trip to New York City to meet with some clients, catch up with friends, and spend some time in the city that I love so much. It was a very fast trip only putting me in the city for less than 3 days, but a great experience none-the-less. I’ve been a traveler for most of my life. My family would take trips most every summer, venturing to Wyoming for one vacation, another to Maine, and of course the beach. As an adult, my travel has grown more to mean working trips with vacation fit in on that “extra day” where the company or client has already paid your flight and you splurge on extending your hotel. One thing is for sure, in all my travels, I’ve hated going to the airport.

I am by no means a small man. I am of average height, but am a bigger guy and sometimes that can be less fun to travel by plane. You always read the blogs and posts about the people complaining about the fat guy sitting next to them. Well, I am that guy. The flight doesn’t normally bother me as much as going through airport security. I already suffer from mild claustrophobia and standing in that tube with my hands in the air while someone looks at my junk on a TV screen doesn’t necessarily make me happy, but I do it because we live in a post-9/11 America, and safety in flying is a big concern.

On Sunday, December 7th I was traveling from Newark, NJ back to Nashville, TN and walked into the airport calmly, fully expecting my security stop anxieties to begin any minute. I approached the line with boarding pass and driver’s license in hand and saw that things were quite a bit backed up.

Let me stop here for a moment and say that I have never gone through the TSA pre-screening process. I have often thought about it, but never actually done it, but will probably do it soon as travel is starting to pick up. But, it’s important for you to know right now that I’ve never done it.

I walked up to the person standing in the front of the line assigning people which pathway to take. The couple standing in front of me had just been informed that one of them could go through the TSA pre-screen line, but the other could not as he did not complete his paperwork and did not have the proper documentation. I walked up to him, he looked at me and said, “Are you traveling alone?” to which I replied, “Yes,” and he pointed for me to go through the lesser of the two lines. I thought I had struck gold. For the first time this trip traveling alone had paid off in a big way.

I walked through the line and stopped with only two people in front of me. The gentleman standing at the entrance of the security area took out a swab and whipped down the lady’s hand in front of me looking for explosive residue. It’s good to note here that she was carrying a 1 year old strapped to her back… I walked up to him and held out my hand, he motioned for me to move forward, and mumbled something to the effect of “You’re good.”

I walked up to the conveyer belt and started to take off my belt and shoes. The lady standing there said, “Sir, please do not remove anything unless asked to,” so I left everything on and placed my bags on the belt. I told her that I was traveling with 3 laptops (long story involving last minute project deadlines and failing computers) and she said that was fine and to leave them in my bag. So I laid it on the belt and walked through the metal detector. It started to beep. She did nothing. So I asked her, “Do I need to do anything?” and she replied, “No. You’re fine.”

The weirdest part was that I watched my bags go through the scanner with no one watching a screen to see what was inside.

After I got through security I opened my bag to get out my wallet and realized I had accidentally smuggled in a bottle of water. My fault for accidentally bringing it into the airport? Or the TSA’s fault for not catching what could have been a bottle full of lighter fluid? You decide.

So, that’s my story of how I didn’t go through Airport Security, right under their noses, and smuggles in a bottle of water. I expect the FBI to arrive to arrest me at any minute.

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