Bermuda
What a surprise. I thought Bermuda was much like the rest of the Caribbean islands. I had always envisioned it as a tropical island with beaches and beach babes and all of those trappings. Not so! It is in a temperate zone so there are deciduous trees, some tropical vegetation, and a mild climate. It wasn’t too hot for me, which says a ton.
When you approach the island the first impression is that of houses in pastel colors, all with white roofs. The whole environment is neat and orderly, no trash, very British. We were late getting off because there were yet again several disembarkations of injured or sick passengers. We had about 1-1/2 hours, but also had to do some shopping for the ship. They had run out of backup discs for the ship’s medical records. They have had over twice the expected patients, so they had used up all of their supply. The first several streets in this little town are all lined with very upscale shops, so we had to find someone to direct us to the techie part of town. In addition, I had just run out of chocolate, so there HAD to be a quick stop at a grocery store to a new supply.
Then we took off for some parks and walking. There are multiple smaller parks that have cute little nooks and crannies, beautiful flowers, pools, fountains, and a cool breeze. Carter loved the simple displays and even I could hear all of the birds in the parks. I didn’t start sneezing uncontrollably here as I did in the Black Sea area, so most of the initial blooming must be over. Then back to stand in line for the tender to take us back to the ship. There were only 4 tenders for the entire day, so we didn’t dare miss the last one back. It ended up that we had to stand in line for almost an hour because the tender was later than anticipated. Some smart people went to a bar overlooking the ferry terminal and sat in peace, sipping wine while we sweat in the sunlight.
One more day until NYC and disappointingly, none of the crew will be let off in New York. I guess they have trouble with crew disappearing into New York and because of all the security and immigration worries we are all confined to the ship. Why would I want to escape into NYC? This is my own country. I guess they had to make a blanket rule and since we are crew, we must follow.
Our surprise entertainers for the last segment of the cruise have been the Osmond brothers. They have been fun to have on board – and as all the entertainment staff says, “They are nice!” Most entertainers of their stature bring along all sorts of “keepers” and refuse to even speak with any of the passengers or crew. These guys just blend right in. Their show was oh, so polished, almost effortless. You can tell they have been performing for a long time. One of the Osmonds brought along his son – must be around 13-15. He is very polite, but more into his iPod that anything else. Carter has gotten to know them socially and is enjoying them.
Well, I am thinking of packing. I think we have shocked most of the passengers because they brought up to 12 suitcases each – and we feel like peasants because we only brought 2 each. Granted, I haven’t had a different handbag for each formal dinner, but I haven’t been an embarrassment, I hope. Carter keeps saying that they will change uniforms again, back to the whites, so I don’t dare pack his stuff until we figure out when that will happen.
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