i woke up about 10:00 to a pounding rain and decided the answer to the breakfast question was "no" - partially because i don't have any exceptional rain gear with me (although i do have a damn good hat, which is worth a lot), and mostly because i just didn't feel like getting wet yet.
my accomplice went ahead and ate, then must've come back and crashed as well, because it was 14:00 before either of us would technically qualify as "conscious." my accomplice seemed willing to hang back, but bermuda lies just beyond the door ... i'm well-rested and simply can't do that.
on the way to the bus stop there was a ton of great flora ...
(we have these in CA, but they don't turn red -- i don't know what they are)
with an hour to kill, and a transportation pass in our pockets, we decided to take a quick ferry loop of the hamilton inlet.
this might be a durian tree (or possibly breadfruit?)
once we finished, it was straight to the pub. they'd just opened for dinner, so seating was a snap. we ordered bermuda onion soup (no photo, my accomplice started mowing through it), pot roast, fish (grouper) and chips and i convinced the waiter to bring a side of yorkshire pudding.
(i was using the "food" setting on my camera -- which suggests you don't use a flash -- but it was too dimly lit. the flash washes it out ... only at the end did i realize i should be using the "ow-light/fast-action setting.)
everything was great. yes, i was hungry, but even so this was better than even the best pub food i'd had for the two years i was in england.
my accomplice is always freaked over sticky toffee pudding, so we got that and it too was spectacular.
yes it was great. but this is bermuda, which also means it's butt-expensive (remembering that *everything* but the onions has to come from somewhere else). all the food here, plus a diet coke, $75.
after dinner i wanted to bus to st. georges (the far end of the island), then ferry across, but that wasn't possible, so instead we ferried over to the dockyard (where we were last night), then bussed back.
an early evening in gives me a chance to catch fully up here and get an earlier start for our last full day tomorrow.
i type this to you, over-looking the (very dark) ocean, as the tree frogs fire their never-ending electric wail. wish you were here ... and if you knew what it was truly like, for even a second, you would too ...
(johnston font -- same as the london underground)
bermuda shorts are still big here
(typically worn with knee sox, like this kid)
(nearly a great photo -- the biker and i both were moving too fast to get the right angle.)
view down the hamilton high street
bank deposit drawer
on the grass as i came in early this morning
(this is a toad, not a frog)
bermuda cedar
(look! on the land in the middle! a cannon!)
tomtom almost knows were i am.
