weds or having an affair. We came to this conclusion because they appeared
to be having sex in the pool. This act came complete with groaning and
rhythmic thrusting against each other - with the woman pressed up to the pool
ladder (which we later discovered they had broken). The climax, as it were,
came when the woman exclaimed 'you can do what you want, you're from the
USA!’ Step forward the next president of America.
We left Fiesta Key after our two nights, and with no regrets. This was
due to the pool incident and general noise levels on site. It was a bit like
Butlins but with more booze. When we ready to hit the road we did the RV-er
equivalent of shaking the dust from our feet - we emptied our chemical toilet
and dumped our grey water.
Next stop Sunshine Key (again, seriously). Although our journey took us
across Marathon Key, which is one of the bigger and more developed islands,
the most exciting thing that this mini-road trip bought was crossing the seven-
mile bridge. This structure is famous for being, well, seven miles long. You
can be forgiven for not having heard of it because most things in America are
famous; it's a cultural thing!
Sunshine Key RV resort was a massive site - it covered the whole
island, practically. However it was also very popular when we visited so we
were only able to secure a dry site.
The resort proved true to its name and we soon discovered the only
serious problem with no hookup - no air conditioning. Fortunately we were
close to the swimming pool and therefore had an easy method of cooling
down. The pool was very nice, if a little crowded, and we spent most of our