There was no letting up of the dramatic weather we were still sailing through as we approached Bermuda, but was denied authority to dock there, yesterday. Peculiar things happened yesterday including a substantial list to starboard at around “tea time.” M.V. Queen Victoria steamed due south of Bermuda in an attempt to avoid the worst of a storm we had sailed into. Looking through the window and across from my balcony, I was somewhat un-nerved by the peculiar angle of the raging sea beyond; it looked closer than usual. I was unaware of problems until these were discussed widely during the evening.
I tried to stay awake for a special showing of “Downton Abbey,” a replacement for show time which was cancelled due to excessive turbulence on board. I gave up at half past eleven, and went to bed. Yet again, the wind howled unmercifully as my stateroom took on the characteristics of a rodeo horse! Is there no escape from this incessant storm?
We did make it to Bermuda and after breakfast, made my way ashore to the coach, only to find that my tour along the waters had been cancelled. I was only slightly miffed; after a brief wander around the historic backyard (which is worth seeing), I took the standing room only local bus No. 7 to Bermuda’s capital, Hamilton. What I expected to be a twenty minute journey was just over an hour. To be on the safe side, and, having encountered Josephine and Janet, we, all three of us, took the local ferry back. We continued to explore what the immediate area had to offer. By now, I was desirous of sustenance but had to wait until back on board, for something to eat. The bright sun belied the fact that Bermuda was uncharacteristically chilly. I needed the sweater which I thought would soon be surplus to requirements.
I like Bermuda; what little I saw from standing on the bus for an hour was most attractive. There are, of course, millionaires’ mansions, golf courses and churches. I thought it wise to catch the noon ferry back to the Cruise Terminal, joining Jo and Janet for some serious window shopping.
I don’t feel that I “did Bermuda justice,” given the mere eight and a half hours we were docked there. As I say of so many far away places I get to see, all too briefly, I do hope that I make it back.
(above) six pictures taken around the Historic Dockyards including images of M.V. Queen Victoria. The seventh photograph is of yet another disappointing sunset, as clouds conspire to obscure the sun.
Thanks for reading,
David 17.38hrs.
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