|My feet are still on the ground, I just wear better shoes.|
Hooters, Liquor Stores, Tattoo Parlors and Mens Clubs.
It's supposedly Mardi Gras with a beach. Miles of junk and funk. In broad daylight it is all benign, compared to Las Vegas, or even Orlando.
All I saw were a lot of fit college kids and some amusement rides. No shoulder-to shoulder crowds or wild and crazyness.
Now it's back to the ship at Port Canaveral.
|Saw this vintage plane on the way back|