Great trip yesterday. I had to remove my belt as they checked me going through security and my trousers fell down. Note to self: get new kecks. The flight was made very short by two teenage girls I sat with who were on their way from South Africa to Fort Lauderdale to train to be hostesses on luxury yachts. At 19 this was their first trip away from home and they were very excited. Ibored the hell out of them with my equal enthusiasm for Star Trek and the TV show Columbo. I was utterly gleed to discover they had never heard of Cheryl Cole. In your FACE Cole!

I arrived at 2pm local time and then had an 30 mins getting through immigration. After that a 15 min bus drive to the car hire place. Then an hour queueing for the car. I got a convertable Crysler Sebring. Bags to big for the boot so popped them in the back seat. With the roof down I hit the i95 motorway to Cocoa Beach and immediatly was caught in a torrential downpour. Pulled over and tried to remember how to put the roof up - car got soaked. This is tornado country so it all happens very quickly. Cleaned the steering wheel which felt sticky. It was riddled with the grubby remains of the sweaty palmed previous user. Waitrose wetwipes did the jobbie and the filthy scum muck was removed. Plan to buy some pledge to clean this car which I am convinced has been used by whores.

Drove for 250 miles 100 miles of it was in the dark. Didnt take pictures because I was so tired and needed to to just get to the hotel. The holiday inn is more like a motel. Cheap and nasty. Windy sand, palma nd a sense of being by the sea everywhere...Its like GHome & Away in a fake Spanish setting. Al building look like they are made of fake stuff. You park outside your room door. I fell asleep at 10pm local time 4am your time after first noting NASA TV is a channel here. Delight upon ecstacy! Oh dear am too tired to spell...

Up at 6am (my time) and into the swimming trunks to go and swim in the atlantic or whatever the hell sea that is out there.. Need to keep up good eating. Going to run on the beach to fight off the half bag of M&Ms I foolishly had in the car (they other half I threw out the window at some starving children I saw in the gutter. Poor little homeless starving mites. Have and M&M!

Then today I will spend the day at the Kennedy Space Centre drooling at the big men spaceships made by bald men and lesbians...spaceflight is certainly not a feminine thing... NASA make terrible shoes.