Showing posts with label Sunset. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunset. Show all posts

Monday, 28 April 2008

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Tiring of Naples’ millionaire’s row hotels we needed to redress the balance so en route to Key West we stayed here in Tavernier just beyond Key Largo and Humphrey Bogart territory. Which was a little run down we thought.




It had all the usual luxuries…collapsed drawers and cacophonous air con but the view from the sun deck was as follows:



We were both overtired from wrestling with marshmallows and a future Gucci handbag so it did.

The remainder of the journey to Key West was….blue and spattered with bridges:





I knew Jamie Lee Curtis hanging from a helicopter after slaying the Persian artefact pirate was real life (True Lies), and now she advertises pro-biotic yoghurt as a way of saying she is gracefully if not digestively succumbing to old age



And the road went ever on



Until a stop at Bahia Honda which was in Florida blog no 1. But in case you forgot and still don’t believe it’s that blue:



Here photographic disaster nearly ensued plus the end of my life…not trusting another Yankee looking photographic expert(see Florida blog 1) to take a photo of us against the blue background I decided to test my Sony Imp’s timer by balancing it on an old crate (not my idea) which was wedged in a tree and then running to stand with P. But I caught the branch, almost caught the camera but it then landed lens down in the sand. Furious blowing ensued and some heart wrenching moments as a few grains crackled as the lens retracted….suffice to say if I had included the subsequent photo that was the culprit..and which features P’s copious sunburn…he would have sold me as bait at a water moccasin convention.

And so to Key West…how can you sum it up in a phrase…well the one in the ladies’ toilet of the Schooner Wharf bar is a good start…

“Don’t sweat the petty things just pet the sweaty things”

Additionally Key West is known as the Conch Republic and in 1986 when the US government blockaded the Keys because of Cuban migrant issues it seceded from the Union, declared war on the Federal government, surrendered and then applied for international aid!

Let’s here it for the little people and wonky lamp-posts



This is the best way to see Key West but I have never ridden a fix wheel bike...I wore out my pumps!



Parking is metered at the same rate as Kensington and Chelsea.

Remembering our priorities – booming property portfolio first





Stopping off for a lunchtime Margarita in the Schooner Wharf bar




and to check out marine type assets


Ancient



And modern



Then time to re-fuel with proper Jamaican Jerk chicken and Red Stripe at the Blue Heaven



Which had this running round the yard



practising his stud muffin skills on all the females also in the yard...Not good as you sink your teeth into one of his spiced up former conquests.

Here comes some more culture and education



Key West is the southernmost point of the US



Key West is the origin of the “why did the chicken cross the road jokes



Ernest Hemingway had a home here,



which he also offered as a haven to cats and the society still does. Some of them have the genetic mutation of five toes..it can’t be seen that well here but on the left front paw if you look closely you can just see it peeping out the back.



According to the guide who seemed to look like and drink the same amount of whiskey out of a hip flask as his hero



Hemingway appears to have loved a number of women and also for me had an unhealthy obsession with birthing stools> Also check out the lino! He was one of Picasso's pals.



And for those of you who thought I was just a “wild” child…Charlie Dimmock wear your vest out….










Florida is almost done but here is a community announcement:-

When in strange places always check your tuffet before sitting down in case you encounter one of these



Sharman

PS - I did go back the next night to get another shot but I didn’t cry this time

Monday, 21 April 2008

Touch up photography not required in Florida

It was difficult to know whether to start or finish on a churlish moment. I have to get this off my chest; there are many wonderful things about the US but the consistent characteristic that tees me off is the capacity for convincing bull..t which turns out at best to be total self delusion and at worst overwhelming mediocrity. Enter David, a sculptor of all things aquatic, who offered to take a photograph of the lovely, albeit unsymmetrical couple mooching round the pool while their hire cycles are delivered. Following a third take and I quote, “you know what people get wrong most (no pause for audience suggestions) is the fact that the object is too far away and you can’t see the faces properly………



I have to say it looked worse on the camera..our faces were just black. I am no David Bailey but I don't attempt to give advice as if I were him. Anyway it is off my chest and that is it....

As I wrote this on my return it occurred to me that what America does best, except for the moments of humour that its citizens give of generously, emanates from no human intervention whatsoever just bl..dy lucky geographical location and geological formation. I hope the following photos illustrate:

Naples Beach at sunset





Naples beach



Everglades National Park



The journey through the Keys en route to Key West. I didn't realise the contrast of greens until afterwards (observation kindly offered by Lord Snowdon, and you have to know I nearly wrote Longford.....junior folks should Wikipedia that)



Bahia Honda National Park – half way to the Keys ....the sea is that blue they weren't lying in CSI Miami, though I am still working out how Callie can emerge from an everglade swamp with her Persil White pants (trousers to you) in tact even when it was Eric removing assorted limbs, tennis shoes, cuddly toy, a fondue set and a set of champagne glasses from a hugely accommodating alligator. Am I getting confused here?






Sunset over Key West...please indulge me and P took these because I had to peer through elbows. We came back the following night so I could have a go too but the sky was not as dramatic and I don't want to steal his thunder.










At this point with about 500 people including street performers in Mallory Square whooping and cheering I cried so much. Key West would have been my dad's kind of place and it was coincidentally the week he died 27 years ago. I have just done it again so this blog is completely soaked and I can't do a thing with it so I will have to start another one and go to buy P another T-shirt...the original reacted badly to the salt wash.

xx