shared her personal problems with anyone in earshot; shouted across the
room to us to take our order rather than walking to our table; spilled half
Emma's chowder in to her saucer; and took our order for turtle pie before
remembering it was still frozen and therefore off the menu. On the plus side
the main courses were very tasty, but it was not exactly the nostalgic
experience Emma was hoping for.
The next day we went on a nice drive down the Keys and back to Sunshine
Key, that's all it was a nice drive. Yes, that's right.
Or, if we are being completely honest we wasted half the day moving
on to our next campsite only to discover our pre-booked spot had been given
away and the alternatives were (for want of a more sophisticated word)
‘manky!’ Fortunately we were able to get back into Sunshine Key for an extra
two nights. There was one nice part to our morning, meeting a British owner
of an Internet shop - a rare (though expensive) chance to go online since
leaving the mainland, and a nice chat.
The extra days that we had on Sunshine Key were largely spent sunning
ourselves, a pattern that followed us down the Keys and to the end of our
travels. It was generally the evenings that provided more varied experiences.
And by varied I mean crazy, because the Keys certainly seemed to produce
some of our more interesting dining encounters. And by interesting I again
mean crazy. Take for example our jaunt out to the No-Name Pub.
This establishment is situated, unsurprisingly on No-Name Key, a
moniker born more out of boredom rather than humour I feel.... given the