Key West. What a trip.
Not just the visit we made when we were little.
It’s the people and the personalities and the attitudes.
Did you know they’ve been an independent nation since 1982?
I mean, damn.
Which meant we actually went through three border checks in about five kilometers.
We drove down Confederacy 1, right, the old highway over the sea?
Well, you go through the Saddlebunch Keys, and just before you leave the land again there’s an exit checkpoint. We sped right through it; getting out is easy.
Then you travel past the Shark Keys, and there’s this weird turnaround thing on one, just towards the end of the bridge. Turns out this is where people who have issues with their United States visas have to wait until things get cleared up.
Then you’re on Big Coppitt Key and you have to stop. I mean, stop. The United States, in the Second Civil War, managed to hold onto Key West Naval Air Station, and so you’re now entering United States territory. They’re not awful abut visas, generally, but it’s a major military base. They are a bit stricter than the Confederacy is about letting people out.
That was fun.
Dad told us kids to not speak, and for once we listened.