Bermuda – Day 3

This morning we woke up early (7am), ate breakfast, and went to the deck to watch our arrival to Bermuda. We stopped briefly to allow a local pilot on board to assist us into port. The massive ship passed easily through The Cut into St. George’s Harbour, and docked in the town of St. George.

Michelle and I were some of the first off the boat and quickly hopped the #10 to Hamilton, then the #7 to Warwick Long Bay. We had a couple snorkel sites lined up along the southern end of the island. Warick Long Bay was dismal snorkeling, and as we were leaving for the next site, we noticed a sign explaining that it was an Unsafe Area.

Church Bay was much better snorkeling, and we saw a variety of corals, fish, and I even got inked by an unknown animal. (I’ve added a panorama too) There was a german couple on the beech too who pointed out a Portuguese Man-of-war that had washed up. We swapped snorkeling stories and tried to distance ourselves from the other cruisers once we saw the crestfallen look they gave us when we told them where we were staying. The were nice to us anyway, but we moved on because it was cloudy and the water was rough. Plus, we were hungry.

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We had lunch at the Royal Navy Dockyard at a place called the Frog and Onion. It was a british style pub in an old cooperage. It wasn’t bad, but we used vouchers for a free meal from our cruise line which entitled us to a pretty lame special menu. We tried the local beer with lunch and then made our way around the dockyard before picking up the 7 back towards hamilton.

Riding the bus on the island is a really nice experience. It allows you to interact with the locals, see much of the island, and is quite thrilling on the narrow roads that cut between the limestone hills.

It took close to 2 hours to traverse the 21 mile long island back to St. George, and though we had intentions on snorkeling again, we didn’t get back to the boat until nearly 6pm. So we washed up, had some dinner, and walked the town.

There weren’t much in the way of street vendors on the island like you seen in the Caribbean except for specific events. The first night at dock there was a small bazaar with live music. We looked for some time to find one of these mysterious “whistling tree frogs” and Michelle was able to find one on a building wall. By finding and taking a picture, we drew the attention of others, ruining the frog’s privacy.

Back on the ship, a deck party was brewing. We watched some of the festivities and finally absconded back to the room with some dessert. We prided ourselves for the distance we covered the first day, and assured ourselves we weren’t like the other cruisers.