before long, we's at the hotel, the
royal palm. its immediately on the beach front, surrounded by a variety of other beach-front-type hotels.
check in isn't until 4, and its only noon, but they let us in, anyway.
suckers.
tip for the cab driver, and now a tip for the bag-carry-up guy.
great.
this guy is cool, though. he's like sneaky sneaky from mr. deeds. he just sorta... appears. then tells you little tidbits about miami, or the hotel, or the room. and he talks all funny, like "i-run" for the iron.
so, alright, the sneaky sneaky part is reason enough to tip. but dance, monkey man, dance!
