Leaving Amelia Island, we braved a ferry crossing to the mainland. The boat took us about 150 feet.
Where we were greeted by Larry, Moe and Curly, who attempted to hide their smirks at our gullible tourist folly.
Stopped in St. Augustine long enough to shoot the Spanish fort.
Braving the dangerous alleys of old town, we were forced to flee from an industrious, not to mention sweaty, one man band in a funny hat.
Our passage was temporarily diverted to Daytona. Where Staff Support, answering some over-powering male urge, was forced to drive down the beach, park backwards to catch a glimpse of scantily clad lovelies (all about 85 years old at this time of year), and take a pee in a ramshackle beach side bathroom. It's a boy thing. I don't get it either. Some things just have to be accepted and quietly forgotten.
Reached Cocoa Beach in time to see the sun set.
Where we were greeted by this unusual fellow in the hotel lobby.
And this creepy one in our bathroom.
Where we were greeted by Larry, Moe and Curly, who attempted to hide their smirks at our gullible tourist folly.
Stopped in St. Augustine long enough to shoot the Spanish fort.
Braving the dangerous alleys of old town, we were forced to flee from an industrious, not to mention sweaty, one man band in a funny hat.
Our passage was temporarily diverted to Daytona. Where Staff Support, answering some over-powering male urge, was forced to drive down the beach, park backwards to catch a glimpse of scantily clad lovelies (all about 85 years old at this time of year), and take a pee in a ramshackle beach side bathroom. It's a boy thing. I don't get it either. Some things just have to be accepted and quietly forgotten.
Reached Cocoa Beach in time to see the sun set.
Where we were greeted by this unusual fellow in the hotel lobby.
And this creepy one in our bathroom.
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