ignoring Emma. Another suggestion strenuously denied...perhaps self-
hypnosis?
From Sunshine Key we hotfooted it to Key West, the southern most part of the
USA, and the penultimate campground for us. We were booked into Boyd's
Campsite for five nights, complete with full hookup, choice of spots... and
tepid pool water. Well, nowhere is perfect!
Key West is the party island, frequented by aged hippies who settled
there in the 60s. It also features a nightly sunset celebration where crowds
gather in Mallory Square to watch the sun go down, and street performers
gather to entertain and profit from said crowds. These include classic acts
such as fire eating and escapology, but also some very bizarre performances,
including a man who seemed to have invented a language for speaking to his
cats and whose performance consisted of getting his feline friends to jump
from various platforms to other platforms. We only watched part of this show
and left before he could ask for financial contributions. Why encourage his
madness?
On our first evening on the island we drove into town and watched the
sunset celebration. We then walked (far too far) to a very cosy Italian
restaurant, Mangia Mangia – where the waiters have the cute tradition of
seating couple’s next to complete strangers, in order to encourage
conversation/awkward silences. Did I say cute? I meant irritating.
During the meal we noticed the couple next to us were obviously a little
tipsy, or in the woman's case a lot. But this was no ordinary drunk, no; this