The bridges broke up the plains and monotony, offering views of the light blue waters that were dotted with whitecaps – the wind is blowing hard here, and even in this allegedly tropical area, it is cool.
After a meal, we drove down the keys as far as Isabella, before turning around – the highway is a straight shot down the center of the islands, mostly divided in the center, and boxed in on both sides by lush vegetation and houses that block views or access to the ocean. The islands seem to be riddled with canals to ensure that condoners have access to their boats and the sea, but there are few places for a driver to pull over and admire the views.
We stopped at a tourist trap place to pick up a few souvenirs, then found our way to the hotel – a cute Mariott on stilts – our room had a fine view of a canal, and a houseboat for sales – ah, now there would be a way to see the country! We enjoyed the sunset, and retired for the evening.