Bermuda Redux
March 2010
Nearly 30 years ago, with
kindergartner Matt in tow, our Bermuda trip ended under a bit of a cloud, when
Marjorie was “arrested” for practicing witchcraft. We nonetheless vowed to
return. A deal on-line thru
Bermudatourism.com was too good to pass up, so off we go for Spring Break. We’ll try to not be too wild, in case
Marjorie’s checkered past is still on record. The timing seems right ̶ we’ve had a cold snap, woke up to snow on the
ground Thursday AM! We don’t anticipate
tropical weather; Bermuda’s about 900 miles due east of S. Carolina, expected
comfortable temps in the 60s. Heading
into the Bermuda Triangle, maybe we’ll get some answers about TV show “Lost.”
Saturday.,
March 27:
As usual, Marjorie was up very late
packing, then we hit the road for Queens in the AM. It becomes more spring-like going south:
yellow forsythia and buds on trees and bushes around NYC. A brief visit w/ Matt & Anthea and
grandsons William and Miles. We admire
Matt’s handiwork in assembling new bunk beds for the boys, William shows off
his Taekwondo uniform w/ various jabs and kicks. Matt & William drive us to JFK, William
listening to fart noises on Daddy’s I-Pod (you can get an app for
anything!). Quickly thru self-serve
check-in, swiping passports, etc. There
must be a lot of fat in the schedule, as we depart almost an hour late at 6:30
but reach BDA about on time at 9 (1½
hour flying time and we lose an hour).
It appears to be quite windy (an omen, it turns out), a very bumpy
landing. Marjorie swears last time we
landed here in a hurricane! Into
Arrivals Hall where we’re greeted by a musician (a nice touch) and very
friendly customs people. A “Russell
Ward” sign awaits us in the lobby ̶ it’s Beeline Transport for our hotel
transfer. We share the ride w/ a family
w/ young kids; daughter’s very chatty, announces it’s her Mom’s birthday, so we
all serenade her as we dash along (on the British left side) of dark, winding,
narrow, hedgerow-lined roads.

Sunday,
March 28:
A cloudy, breezy AM. High temps thruout our stay are mid-to-high
60s, lows only a few degrees less.
Breakfast included at the hotel: tasty granola cereal, toast &
jellies, scones. A man in the breakfast
room is trying to arrange a surprise birthday cake for his wife. I tell him Marjorie does all sorts of cakes,
but unfortunately lacks the facilities here to help him out. We head to the ferry. Oops!
My bad-- they don’t run this early on Sunday. We share a taxi into Hamilton w/ next-suite
neighbors, a woman who grew up here, left some 50 years ago, but returns (this
time w/ her adult son) to visit her 90ish mother. In Hamilton we get 3-day bus/ferry passes,
which prove well worth it; seniors ride everything for free . . . but only if
they’re Bermudians. Front St. along the
harbor very quiet, shops closed on Sundays, no cruise ships in port. The “Birdcage,” where an officer in Bermuda
shorts directs traffic, is empty today (and regretfully thruout our stay).
Undaunted, we begin our sightseeing,
following a Frommer’s walking tour.

Past City Hall w/ gleaming white tower.

Guess we should expect some changes in 30
years. We pass Victoria Park w/ its impressive bandstand.


Another bus back into Hamilton for
brunch at Hog Penny pub. Sunnier weather
now as we continue our explorations, past the Pepto-Bismol-pink Presbyterian
church
and a hike up to Fort Hamilton, its moat filled w/ gigantic vegetation (we have a photo of then little Matthew under huge leaves in 1982), panoramic views up top of the city and harbor (or should I say harbour?). A fellow is flying 2 kites on the ramparts, a great spot for it. After getting down from the Fort I have to hike back up to retrieve my sunglasses; I’ll feel that extra climbing later!


Our first ferry ride, back to the hotel. It’s been quite breezy, we’re feeling a bit windblown, but beautiful sun now, deepening the color of the water and highlighting the bright pastels of buildings along the shore. Evening relaxation: Marjorie watches teen vampire romance “Twilight” (I saw this on a flight for another trip), then I catch a basketball game.
Monday,
March 29:
News reports of heavy rain and
flooding in NYC area. Overcast here to
begin, but it brightens w/ breaks of sun during the day; pretty calm to start,
quite breezy later. A busy day planned
since the forecast for tomorrow is a bit ominous. Darrell’s Wharf seems to be used by commuters
into Hamilton, w/ parking for 10 cars. A short ferry ride to Hamilton, then bus
to the South Shore beach area. We’ve
learned that pink bus stops are headed to Hamilton, blue stops are
outbound. Many of the bus drivers (and
ferry captains) are women. Drivers greet
each other (and some others) with beeps as they pass. And lots of “Thank you” & “Have a nice
day” as people get off. But there is a
blemish in paradise: at one stop the driver refuses to let a woman in
wheelchair on; her husband insists they rode the bus yesterday but driver says
it’s policy, and calls supervisor who confirms.
A white-haired-bearded man at a roundabout blows kisses to passersby ̶ he
seems quite delighted when Marjorie blows a kiss back. There’s a nearby sculpture that looks like
the same man doing this, so it seems quite a local tradition. And at roundabouts you “Give Way,” not
“Yield.” Past Bermuda College, Marjorie
would like me to retire here. Cultivated
fields w/ lush soil, more pretty buildings w/ a mix of light pastels and
brighter colors ̶ yellows, pinks, greens, blues, etc. ̶ and
always white roofs!

Back on the bus to Hamilton, many
banks (HSBC has a big presence) and insurance companies. Should we start an “offshore account” for our
retirement money? Another bus to the
Aquarium and Zoo, by Flatts Bridge. A
little boy runs up to one tank, the woman with him asks “How many are in
there?” He replies, “All of them!,”
drawing a chuckle from this passerby. A
large and colorful coral reef setup, complete with sharks swimming gracefully
past viewing windows. Outside we’re
impressed with a big scary alligator, also Australasia & Caribbean areas
including colorful flamingos.
Marjorie
makes friends w/ Josh, who’s almost 2, accompanied by his Mom and brand new
baby. Grandma Marjorie and Josh go
hand-in-hand thru the bird enclosure.
Mom says they live right across the bridge, come every day to tire out
Josh for his nap. Impressive peacocks
wandering about. As we leave an
ambulance arrives for a child who was injured or became ill. 

Beautiful blue sky, but as soon as we apply some sunblock clouds come in. A grocery stop to get some snacks and drinks to take back to the hotel. Things are expensive here, 2-3 times as much as home! Pretty much everything has to be imported ̶ even New Zealand butter. And we learn later that grocery stores don’t take coupons. Are they barbarians? Feeling pretty windblown again, bus and ferry back “home” to relax w/ a bit of wine before dinner.
Back to Hamilton. Our ferry Cap’n explains the insignia: Quo Fanta Ferut means “wither the fates
carry us.” Though this seeming
randomness may be a bit unsettling to ferry passengers, it likely reflects the
shipwreck origin of the Bermuda colony, and Bermuda is reportedly the setting
for Shakespeare’s The Tempest. We enjoy these ferry trips, passing such a
variety of boats among the islands in the harbor and Sound. Quite a few of the islands have houses on
them.
Dinner at The Lobster Pot, a local
favorite. Famous fish chowder, spiced up
w/ sherry peppers and black rum.
Marjorie has “Wahoo Fricassee,” I the “Bermuda Triangle” (shrimp,
scallops, mahi-mahi). We share key lime
cheesecake to top things off. Our other
purchases here are embarrassingly small (our shopping is mostly of the “window”
variety) ̶ this is our splurge! A cool breezy evening, ferry back after dark. It’s nice being on the water at night, lights along the shore.
Tuesday,
March 30:
Cloudy AM, still windy. And noisy ̶ a big
barge w/ construction equipment and debris landing at Darrell’s Wharf and
unloading onto trucks. Still a lot of
rain reported in NYC, another 1.5-2.5” expected! I’m feeling a bit stiff from all our walking,
especially hiking along the beach trails.
At breakfast we continue our chats from the previous day w/ two fellow
suitemates: Scott & Mike, geographers from Kent State. They’ve been exploring on bikes, and we
suggest some of the places we’ve been.
Scott & Mike later comment that Marjorie’s friendly personality led
them to speculate about her occupation: schoolteacher or maybe nurse? Not a witch, anyway. No compliments for the old professor,
though. On our usual “pink” ferry route
to Hamilton Marjorie trades viewing of grandson William’s Taekwondo pics with a
fellow passenger’s judo pics of his son.
Then the “blue” ferry, a longer ride (20 minutes) in a bigger boat, to
the Royal Naval Dockyard at the western tip of the island (so we’ll have pretty
much covered Bermuda from one end to the other). More pretty houses along the shore and on the
islands. Who lives in these places? At the Dockyard it’s very windy (have I
mentioned the wind?). This area has been
built up substantially since we were here, Frommer’s calls it a “premier”
tourist attraction. 

The weather has held up longer than
expected, but light rain begins as we bus back to Hamilton. Another pleasant scenic ride (our longest,
about 45 minutes), views of higher surf now along the South Shore. Into City Hall, housing the Bermuda Society
of Arts and Bermuda National Gallery.
The latter is exhibiting a private collection of paintings set in
Bermuda and especially beautiful stained glass by local artist Vivienne Gardner
(in the wonderfully-named Hareward T. Watlington Room). The docent is eager to tell about the
exhibits, and is insistent on no photos!
̶ she seems suspicious of the
camera hanging from my belt, but I’m a good boy. Speaking of art, we haven’t seen much Easter
stuff out and about, only 1 blow-up bunny along the roads! But we hear Good Friday is a big holiday:
stores close, big kite festival, etc.
Sorry we’ll miss it. It’s raining
pretty hard now, too windy for our umbrella to be much good.
Ferry to the hotel to relax and dry
out, then back to Hamilton. A small
sailboat is out in the wind & rain, trailed by a motorboat; a ferry crewmember
thinks they’re probably training for competition. It seems like a pub night, so a return to Hog
Penny for dinner. A historical tidbit:
“hog money” was the earliest British colony currency, referencing wild swine on
the island when it was discovered. The
latter also seems commemorated in this establishment by the “famous Platter of
Pig.” We pass on that extravaganza: ribs
for me, salmon for Marjorie, after beginning w/ Bermuda onion soup (seems
pretty much the same as French onion).
Sitting by a window, we watch the wind blowing up the hill, carrying a
multitude of Styrofoam peanuts. Our
friendly waitress is sure that will be cleaned up quickly ̶ she
seems very proud of her Bermuda. Our
last ferry ride back to the hotel on a dark & stormy night; another local
tidbit: “dark & stormy” is a local drink, rum and ginger beer, which we
eschew.
Wednesday,
March 31:
Up early for out Beeline transport to
the airport. News of a flood emergency
in New England after 8+” of rain! Here
it’s calm & clear w/ a bright full moon.
Our ride arrives at 6 for our 6:45 pickup, but says there’s no rush, he
just didn’t want us to be late. Marjorie
has so carefully packed everything, then I pick up the suitcase w/o seeing it’s
unzipped and dump everything on the floor!
Just a slight delay. A very
cheery and chatty ride. Driver says he’s
also the mayor of St. George’s, regales us w/ stories of his elections, plans,
philosophies; he has a saying for every occasion (“My glass isn’t half full or
half empty, it’s overflowing so no pollution can get in.”). Sunrise as we get to the airport; looks like
it will be a very sunny day ̶ too late for us, but it’s OK. We go thru US Customs at this end. Depart BDA about ½ hour late, share scones we
brought for breakfast, 1:45 flying time, arrive JFK on-time at 10:30. Cloudy & gusty in NYC, another bumpy
landing. Brrr: it’s in the 40s
here. But at least JFK isn’t underwater
from all the rain. Everyone in our
Queens family is either at work or day care, so we’re on our own for the trip
back to their apartment to pick up our car.
Instead of a taxi we decide to see if Ma & Pa Ward can find their
way back to Queens via public transport: AirTrain monorail to Jamaica Center,
subways E to 7 to Matt & Anthea’s Jackson Heights neighborhood in a little
over an hour (about the same as driving, but no traffic worries). We do fine, even giving directions to someone
else, and it’s a good deal cost-wise. We
find our car, a stop for lunch at favorite New Paltz diner along the way, back
home uneventfully.
We saw quite a bit of the island
again, more than expected, but also good R & R. The weather was mostly good, comfortable
temps; maybe there could have been a bit more sun, less wind would have been OK
too ̶ but no complaints. We liked the hotel: quiet and low-key,
pleasant staff and guests. No cruise
crowds: that meant some places were closed, but mostly it just made for a more relaxed,
less crowded ambiance. A lovely
trip.
Other Islands
Here
are accounts of other “tropical” island trips: Hawaii & the
Bahamas.
We got a 3-island package w/ hotel/condo and
car on each. Oahu first, a view of Pearl Harbor as our plane comes in. To our Pacific Monarch Hotel, a short walk
from Waikiki Beach. As we enter our room
the phone rings! – it’s UAlbany colleague Rick (a regular here) inviting us for
dinner w/ some friends. Matt’s on his
own a while, sneakily finds a pay phone to call his new girlfriend. [Dedicated readers can follow Matt from
infancy to adulthood with his own family as he pops up periodically in the
accounts of our travels.]
We check out our "neighborhood," including the International Market.

Next day a drive around Diamond Head and
thru residential areas.
To beautiful Hanauma Bay and some snorkeling & beachcombing. And we run into Rick, his "beach bum" look very different from his university persona.
Some time in Sea Life and Ala Moana Center/Park.
In the evening we head up to St. Louis Heights, overlooking Honolulu below and Diamond Head in the distance, for a lovely dinner w/ Rick’s Hawaii friends.
To beautiful Hanauma Bay and some snorkeling & beachcombing. And we run into Rick, his "beach bum" look very different from his university persona.
Some time in Sea Life and Ala Moana Center/Park.
In the evening we head up to St. Louis Heights, overlooking Honolulu below and Diamond Head in the distance, for a lovely dinner w/ Rick’s Hawaii friends.

A drive next day around the windward coast (some rain thru Pali pass) to Polynesian Cultural Center, sort of a Hawaiian Sturbridge w/ historical exhibits about Hawaii and indigenous groups, crafts, hula dancing. A very pretty and interesting place.



Followed the next day by more snorkeling (sure is fun!), stops at the Dole plant and Hilo Hattie (a good place to get what Matt calls our “Hawaiian bowling shirts” to wear later at a luau).
A short flight next AM to the Big Island of Hawaii and our Royal Sea Cliff condo in Kailua on Kona coast.


It’s erupting along the coast, but gently w/ plumes of steam rising where lava meets the ocean.



Next AM begins w/ Capt. Bean’s
snorkeling cruise (especially beautiful fish!), complete w/ lunch and me being
invited to dance on the tables w/ the lovely hula dancers (to Matt’s
embarrassment!).
My brother Doug &
family had coincidentally (independent of us, but w/ some overlap) arranged a
similar trip to ours, we overlap here for the King Kamehameha Hotel luau (we’re
in our Hawaiian bowling shirts, Matt in his surfer dude getup). A fun evening, pig roast and interesting
food, dancing & singing.






Next AM to Ulua Beach for more snorkeling (Russ spots a moray eel, head poking out of the coral!).


Fisherman’s Wharf, cable car ride to Chinatown. Our flight home is delayed 6 hours in Chicago, not home until 2am!




Marjorie gets some braids in her hair.

A quick look at Government House and up Queen’s Staircase to the fort for panoramic views over the city and harbor.
A nighttime show at Peanuts Taylor’s Drumbeat Club.




Out to Paradise Island and a peek (that’s all for us!) into the casino.
A nice, relaxing time, tho not really warm enough for snorkeling and other water activities.
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