Welcome to Miami

The entire impetus of this blog is that I spend a lot of time in airports. Some, like Detroit and Denver, are really great. Others, like Atlanta, are entirely forgettable, but not overly objectionable. And then there is Miami. In my experience, Miami is 1) constantly under construction, 2) dingy, and 3) an experience in controlled chaos bordering on anarchy. Take the hotel shuttle set-up, for example. At most airports, there is a designated pick-up location. You go, you wait, you're on your way. The process in Miami, as explained to me by airport employees, the hotel, and a shuttle driver or two - and as I witnessed - is thus: go out to the curb, any curb, watch the vans for the one you want, and then run out into the lane and flag it down. The shuttle then stops, right there in the middle of the road, or sometimes it might pull to the curb, and you board. The process repeats itself length of the terminal. Controlled chaos.