Today was non-riding day spent walking around Key West, specifically Duval Street, which is the main drag. Yesterday when I arrived about 1730hrs it was bumper to bumper cars moving at a snail's pace with a ton of foot traffic made up of tourists and revellers.

The first thing I saw when I popped out of my motel room to go get some yogurt for breakfast was that everyone I saw was moving the slow methodical pace of the catatonically hungover. I had heard the whoops and hollers of the celebrations going on into the wee hours of the morning.

The weekend was the last before children go back to school in the US, so everyone was making the best of it. I broke my fast, then spent some time relaxing, napping and blogging. Sadly the SD card from my HeroCam that got run over will not read, I tried several options but I could not retrieve the video from it. Bummer!

Early afternoon I went for a walk to look for the former home of Ernest Hemingway, and the bar he used to frequent. Many of his works were based on people he met at this bar. Curiously Hemingway was also a big fan of polydactyl cats, that is with extra toes and he had dozens of them. Our Harvey has 6 toes on one front paw and 7 on the other.




I was walking around KW taking a break from my bike, the preferred method of motorized transport is golf carts and scooters which people drive in various stages of helmetless undress, a riding style that carries over to full sized bikes too.



I neither brave enough or stupid enough (usually! but there are exceptions!) to drive my bike bare headed in shorts and a T-shirt, plus my walk about plans included tasty adult beverages. The road and street was basically devoid of vehicular and foot traffic, the mass exodus taking place shortly after the 1100 mo'tel checkout time. It was only the die hards and fool hardys left behind. A also this little guy, gives a whole new meaning to 'free range'.



I thought he was a one off, but I eventually saw them all over town. Not sure who owns or feeds them, or if they are just like cows in India and roam the streets with impunity?

I went back to my motel for some quality air conditioning and a short nap, then out for another exploration. This time I went south. There were 3 blocks remaining in my southern exploration, and it ends at The Knob. This is the Southernmost point in the continental United States just 90 miles from their arch nemesis, Cuba. There is an orderly line-up to take your pictures at The Knob, and the etiquette is to befriend the people in front or behind you and trade cameras.
Robert & Kendra from somewhere in Alabama took my picture and I, theirs.



The rock is the ACTUAL southernmost piece of US real estate.



I then went to look for a good Seafood restaurant and came across Pincers where I had a dozen raw Oysters on the half shell and then 2 pounds of cold King Crab. They set up up with a place mat, crustacean extraction tools and the bartender writes her name on it (for future reference, I guess?). The adult beverages are 2 for 1 all day, every day. Crazy!




With a tummy full of crab right at the midday heat I was dripping by the time I walked back to my hotel. I looked at our swimming pool but did not like what I saw; maybe 15' in diameter, 4' deep, 3 small children floating in it...............among other things. I chose to take a dip in the neighbor's pool, sorry the neighboring mo'tel's pool. When I told Eryn that story she thought I jumped somebody's fence, ha!

The Mo'tel next door had a much bigger, deeper and cleaner pool, although the water temperature can only be described tepid, not as refreshing as hoped, but pretty wet.

Had a nap, and then a FaceTime date wif me wife! Love you Sweepy! Eryn was looking for an update wrt my itinerary and in recounting it to her I realized that I had scheduled 2 days in KW, and I had already exhausted all of the entertainment it had to offer so I decided to make my drive back to the mainland 2 days, instead of one.

Popped out for a quick walk, and a nightcap and was in bed by 11.