Travels in a Tin Can

As you might be able to imagine we looked forward to being on full
hook-up sites with such a strong desire while we were on the 'dry' sites that
we almost hallucinated that we did have hook-ups a few times. The
importance of being connected to flowing electricity and fresh water cannot be
overstated. So, after two very hot nights near the middle of the Keys,
Sunshine Key, with no hookup and the refrigerator failing to keep drinks cold,
we moved on to Breezy Pines RV resort on Big Pine Key, with a sense of
excitement at the prospect of air conditioning and re-frozen waffles.
We had called about a week before to book a campsite and had been
asked to call on the day to reconfirm our estimated time of arrival (ETA – an
abbreviation I will probably never use again in this book...). We duly phoned
and the owner of the site seemed very befuddled, explaining that she could
not find the note about our reservation, but reassuring us that she still had a
spot free on the campsite. Now, alarm bells should have started ringing at
this stage, but I think we were too desperate for a nice site, with water and
electricity, to admit that something dodgy was afoot. When we reached
Breezy Pines our impression was that the site needed sprucing up, but we
withheld judgement, having only seen the sign and the quality of the camper
vans already parked up. We went to the office and the owner told us that she
had found our reservation and after we paid in advance and in cash for the
three nights we intended to stay she took us to our campsite.
Well, camp 'site' is stretching the definition a lot. In fact, she showed
us to a very narrow patch of ground - not labelled up with a site number -
between two other, larger, RVs. She emphatically stated that we would fit into
the gap without the use of a shoehorn and then went to get her husband to