Real Human Moments

Wow, I didn’t know America had beaches like the ones we saw on the Keys. The beaches are post card worthy, with white sand that almost feels like clay. We drove US-1 from outside of Miami straight into Key West, the trip took us about 3+ hours with some traffic, but it is one of the coolest drives I’ve ever done in America. There are points on the road where you have the Gulf Coast and Atlantic Ocean both visible on your right and left sides. Of course we drove through Key Largo (Montiego, baby why dont we go to the cocomos…), and went over the 7 mile bridge while keeping a sharp eye out for any Harrier jets who might want to take us out True Lies style.

Key West it self has a very strong “Island” feel even though its attached with bridges. We ended up staying at the Key West Seashell Hostel which is at the end of Duval street, 2 blocks from “the southern most point”. We walked around Key West, took in the sites and stores. There are many famous places to eat and drink, we didn’t try them all, but then again were not millionaires. Its funny, everywhere in Key West you’ll hear this strange (well i guess for us city folk) crying noise. Theres a large wild chicken population, its neat seeing chickens walking around the bars and such.

Were are finding out that staying in hostels is the way to lodge while traveling, even in the US. After we spent the day walking around, we went back to the hostel and had dinner. We met some more travelers who of course were from Australia and New Zealand. When I spent some time traveling in Europe a few years ago I noticed that any bar you went to, if you listened long enough, eventually you’ll hear an Australian accent. I wonder why Australians are always traveling, or working abroad and its so uncommon in the US?

We left the hostel with our new Mates and hit up the Duval street bars and clubs. Needless to say its a crazy town thats open till early morning, we went to Irish Nicks and then to Sloppy Joe’s. At Sloppy Joe’s there was a rocking cover band which played great modern rock. Somehow I made it back and apparently fell asleep in the common patio/gazebo area.

We went swimming the next day and started our drive to New Orleans. Florida is a big fucking state.

~ Jimbo