Or perhaps it was all a strange dream

Mrs H's favourite part of Miami was undoubtedly "cruising" Ocean Drive, where our entourage consisted of our Nicaraguan and Mexican friends, along with Enzo, a crowd-pulling bulldog.

With the roof of the convertible down and some carefully chosen tunes  (Mandarin pop), we cruised at about 3 mph past hip art deco hotels, "GLB" bars, Cuban hangouts, and a group of five supermodels in a pink Mercedes Benz.

Or perhaps it was all a strange dream?

Leaving our canine babe magnet behind, our Mexican host also gave us a very memorable bike tour past Miami's best thongs, silicon implants, and bronzed pecs. Weaving in and out of the traffic with unbridled Latin bravado, we somehow survived and spent the rest of the day soaking up some rays on South Beach.

Another highlight was a fun dinner - at Boris Becker's favourite Italian restaurant.

Yes, perhaps it was all a strange dream...