Running out of road

STANDING at the southern most point of the USA, in Key West Florida, the realisation set in that we had finally run out of road.

No more open highways, one-horse towns, roadside motels and diners — the great road trip was over.

But it wasn’t all bad, as after the long, hot, eventful trip we had four languorous days to explore the tiny island of Key West, and a sojourn at its most exquisite resting place, the Southernmost House, to look forward to.