The USA is the worst country I’ve ever visited

I’m European. I’m 37 years old. I’ve travelled to over 100 countries (I keep a diary of all my trips). I’m well travelled.<br><br><br>I’m in Miami till Tuesday. I got to Miami International Airport on Friday, picked up my bag and it was open and had been completely ransacked. It was completely destroyed. I sent photos to American Airlines customer services and they said the best they could do was give me a new case. No monetary compensation.<br><br><br>So I took a taxi, and he said that he’d take me via Uber, and that the ride was going to be $70 which was fine by me, but then he said he needed me to pay him $80 because he had to pay a toll to take me where I wanted to go. I said I didn’t understand that I’d already paid him to take me where I wanted to go and I didn’t see why I had to pay extra for a toll, but he kept pushing and pushing and pushing and wouldn’t let me out of the car until I paid him the extra cash that he was demanding. The driver was from Cuba. I was being held hostage.<br><br><br>So eventually, we get to the hotel, and I’m greeted by a pleasant young man, but when I tell him that my bag was stolen, he tells me that it’s happening more and more in Miami and I shouldn’t have put my bag in the hold. I say that I have to put my bag in the hold because I can’t take a full sized luggage bag in the cabin. He gives a shrug and says that I should have just taken a carry on.<br><br><br>I walk around the city, taking in the sights, sounds and smells. I pass many homeless people lying in the street. There are a lot of homeless people in Miami and I feel bad for them because it’s so hot and wet.<br><br><br>I stop to eat at a restaurant and I’m greeted by a friendly waitress who seems to be off her face on drugs. She trips over her own feet, slurs her speech and at one stage drops a glass on the floor and then just laughs.<br><br><br>Eventually, I go to the beach to relax. I get off the bus and walk through a park. As I’m walking, I see a man who is clearly intoxicated. I decide to avoid him, but he blocks my path and starts talking gibberish. I cross the road to avoid him and a local who’s walking the other way stops me and says that the man I just avoided is clearly on drugs. He asks if I’ve ever tried a certain drug and I tell him that no, I haven’t. He asks me if I’ve ever tried a different drug and I tell him that no, I haven’t. He asks me if I’ve ever tried a different drug and I tell him that no, I haven’t. He then asks me “how do you get high then?”. I tell him that I don’t and he seems surprised that I don’t do drugs. He also tells me that he’s homeless and asks me for money. I give him a few dollars and he thanks me.<br><br><br>I walk further and eventually get to the beach. It’s very nice and I’m able to relax. I’m sitting on the sand and a man approaches me and offers to sell me an umbrella. I tell him that no, I’m good thanks, but instead of walking away, he sits down next to me and starts talking to me and asking me where I’m from and what brings me to Miami and how long I’ll be staying. He seems friendly but I don’t want to talk to him so I get up and walk away and he starts yelling at me.<br><br><br>The beach was nice. I sat in the sea which was lovely. I sat in the shade on the sand which was also lovely. The beach is one of the best things about Miami.<br><br><br>I stop to eat at a restaurant on the way back and the food is nice and the service is nice but they don’t let me pay with card so I have to go and find an ATM. The food was around $25 and the service was around $8 and I had to withdraw $100 from the ATM which charged me $11 so my lunch cost me $33 for a bowl of noodles and some water.<br><br><br>I walk back to the hotel and pass a man who’s trying to get into a gated community. I see him hit the intercom and ask to be let in. The person on the intercom tells him that they don’t know him and he tells them that he lives there and the person on the intercom tells him to stop playing games and go away.<br><br><br>I eventually get back to the hotel and I’m greeted by a different receptionist who seems very nice and I tell her all about my day and what happened to my case and she apologises and says it’s horrible and that the airport is very bad and they treat their passengers very badly. I tell her about the taxi driver who tried to extort money from me and she apologises and says that he shouldn’t have done that. I tell her about all the homeless people lying on the streets and she tells me that a lot of them are on drugs and are bad people. I tell her about the waitress who seemed to be on drugs and she apologises and says that drugs are a huge problem in Miami and that a lot of people are on drugs and that the drugs are so cheap and so easily available that it’s like candy. She says that the authorities need to do more to solve the problem.<br><br><br>I walk around a bit more but I’m more careful and I keep my head down. I still see a lot of homeless people but I ignore them and I keep on walking.<br><br><br>I stop to eat at a restaurant and I’m greeted by a pleasant waitress who seems to be sober and doing a good job and the food is nice but not great and I have to pay in cash again but this time there’s an ATM in the restaurant so at least I don’t have to go and find one.<br><br><br>I walk back to the hotel and pass a lot of homeless people all lying on the street. There are a lot of homeless people in Miami and it’s horrible.<br><br><br>I eventually get back to the hotel and the night staff are very pleasant and the receptionist tells me that Miami is not a nice place and that I should go to New York or California or Chicago instead.<br><br><br>So that’s Miami. It’s not very nice. I can’t wait to leave.<br><br><br>The homeless crisis is horrible and something needs to be done about it. It’s horrible to see so many people living on the streets without anywhere to call home or anyone to turn to. A lot of them seem to be on drugs or drunk.<br><br><br>Drugs seem to be a huge problem here. A lot of people are on drugs and the staff seem resigned to the fact that there’s nothing they can do about it. It’s horrible to see so many people hooked on drugs.<br><br><br>The airport is horrible. They treated me badly when my case was stolen and I was given no compensation for my loss.<br><br><br>A lot of people that I encountered seemed to be off their face on drugs. The taxi driver, the waitress, the homeless people on the street, the homeless people in the park. It seems like such a huge problem.<br><br><br>But there was one redeeming factor. The beach was lovely.