time besides and in it. Actually I caught a few too many rays and decided that
the Key should adopt 'sunburn' as its new name. My discomfort was not
without positive implications however. We bought a very powerful cooling
aftersun lotion and found that it doubled up as a non-mechanical air
conditioner when slapped on your chest in the middle of the night.
The other problem with having no hookup was a fear that having the lights on
in the van would drain the battery too much. The solution was obviously to
minimize time spent in during the evenings, a technique we practiced in Death
Valley and returned to now. Our first evening was split between the exotic
sounding Hurricane Bar and a cinema. The bar was disappointingly un-exotic
- perhaps the atmosphere had been blown away? The meals were also a little
on the skinny side, resulting in second dinner purchased at the nearby
supermarket. The cinema did have more atmosphere and resembled some
hybrid of part theatre, part airport lounge inside with groups of swivel chairs
arranged round small tables. We did not care, we were just happy to get our
movie fix - this time Mona Lisa Smile.
The next night we took a trip down memory lane to the Banana Bay
Hotel. Memory lane for Emma as she had stayed there with her parents and
had fond recollections of the place and a particular meal. For me it was just
confusion cul-de-sac because I had not been on the scene that far back in
Emma's misty past.
One meal later and we had successfully proved why you generally
steer clear of places that you remember fondly. Our waitress was very
stressed and tried very hard to make sure all her customers knew it. She