Have wanted to visit the keys for a long time. Always wondered what it was like in the place Hemingway called home. Hope you have a good time when you're down there and who knows, this might be a good excuse to visit a knife shop or two to pick up something to tide you over.
Will
Do it Will! Don't wait, because we never know what will happen in the future. I've come to know that life is not a given thing, and if there's something you want to do, someplace you want to go, then do it!
We love the Keys because you have a sense that your someplace really different and tropical, but not have to leave the U.S. soil and mess with pass ports. Key West calls itself The Conch Republik, and jokes all the time about not being part of the U.S. Key West s also a place with two faces. Theres the main tourist joints on Duval street and up at Mallory Square, then theres the darker seedier Whitehead street. There's highs and lows, depending on what your looking for. There's the snorkeling and fishing with is great. Nothing quite like having what you caught that afternoon on the charcoal that night. Then theres just sitting on a lounger on the beach in the shade of a palm tree, dragging on a light beautifully made cigar with a cold beer stuck in the ice bucket next to your lounger, and closing your eyes and just listening to the waves and letting everything slip away while the mental batteries recharge.
Knife content; I want to see if that big island guy is still there at Mallory Square at night when the street performers put on their shows. He's a big African Island guy that has a bucket of 12 inch machete's and coconuts. He does the flip them in the air and whacking off the husk as he flips it again and again, then slices off the top and presents it to you. Fresh coconut that you can either drink of let the guy with the next spot over with e cart who has the liquor license make a drink with it involving a goodly helping of rum. The machete guys machetes are razor sharp, but he still had all his fingers last I saw him, so he must be good. Didn't seem to have a favorite, some Tramontina's, a few Condor's, some others. Last I saw him I told him we were friends, right? I sure don't want some guy well over 6 foot who wields a razor edge machete like he does, as an enemy.
Okay, I'm taking my yella peanut, or maybe my stag bone stainless peanut. Hide well in baggage and hope for the best.
Carl.