The first thing you notice about Bermuda is possibly that gorgeous clear turquoise water but for me it was the people. Everyone we met was approachable, helpful, fun, and really made life a good time while we were there. Unfortunately, my photography skills still need some improvement because I completely and utterly failed to snap just ONE photo of someone who made our trip that much better. The first guy we met off the docks was admittedly odd but gave us all a good laugh; he was just sitting by the piers drinking a beer with a friend & he told us about the restaurant he was a chef in and how smooth his chin was after a good shave. There was also the bartender who opened the famous bar ‘The White Horse Pub’ early so I could sit in a dry place and watch the Newcastle game. Or Christina and Chris who we bumped into at the Hamilton Yacht Club and ended up having dinner with at an UH-MAZ-ING restaurant (the same place they held their wedding reception- I found it very sweet they shared this place with us). I wish I had just one photo of these people to share. The below pictures will just have to do.

Reenactment of a village flogging. Woman was caught gossiping and nagging her husband. This is just for viewing as a spectator…. I spoke up in defense of the woman yelling out a Stoffel-ism we learned  from our visit in Mamaroneck, ‘Happy Wife, Happy Life’. The town judge threatened to try me next after that stunt.

 

The cut into St. George clearing into the customs house. Even in grey skies it’s beautiful.