Travels in a Tin Can

plus shots between each round. I stupidly kept drinking all of my beer, but
fortunately avoided the shots.
The end of the evening was signalled by Peter trying to snog Emma
while I was in the restroom – how original! Funnily enough our new found
friend left soon after his rejection, stripping us of coats and jumpers, but
leaving his baseball hat as a memento - later binned. We were therefore left
stranded with no cash and the last bus missed. Luckily there was a cash
machine near the bar, and luckier still we remained competent enough to use
it, get a taxi and find Harvey. However our directions to the campsite were a
little vague, to say the least: ‘Please take us to the campsite.’
‘Which one?’ asked the driver, sensibly.
‘Er, the big one?’
We got back about midnight.
Sometime later I declared 'I'm going to the toilet', rolled out of the bed
through the back doors and found the restrooms. Did I mention I was naked?
And did I mention there was a full moon? Er, well, two in fact.
Emma followed to check I was OK - which I was not – and to bring me
a pair of shorts. Although definitely the worse for wear Emma did not present
a picture of sobriety, stripping in the middle of the men's washroom when I
remarked that her nightie was inside out.
When we recounted this story to our friends back home some of them
suggested that Peter was probably interested in both of us, a 'swinger'.
Having seen the high proportion of homosexuals in Key West this did not
surprise us. For the second time in our travels we felt like a minority group -
the other time was in New Orleans when our skin colour as opposed to our