I decided to go to Bermuda on a whim. I needed a long weekend break, and wanted to enjoy a nice beach and piña colada. A short flight from the East Coast, Bermuda seemed to offer a quick escape with some added culture, and would hopefully not be as crowded as a Florida beach.
Bermuda is a beautiful island. The tropical landscape and pink beaches mixed with British characteristics (dark wooden rooms, red phone booths) provide an amusing juxtaposition. It was nice to be on vacation, but after a full day of breakfast, beach time, piña colada, more beach time, and dinner, I wasn't feeling as relaxed as I expected to be. It was when looking at my dinner options for day two that I finally figured out why. I was staying at a nice hotel with a great beach, but the whole vibe was too formal for my liking. I needed a little less British and bit more tropical.
So I walked down the long and winding road to the end of the hotel property. I had been told to look for a blue pole at the bus stop, and it took me awhile to realize that the blue pole was the bus stop. I had no plan, other than to ride the bus to Hamilton, the capital of Bermuda, and check out the downtown area. The 30 minute ride turned out to be the highlight of my trip. Everyone getting on and off the bus greeted everyone else on the bus, and it was clear from the conversations that these regular riders all knew each other. For half an hour I was included in this community, as they greeted me and shared their stories with me. Strangely, it was on a bus full of strangers that I finally felt relaxed.
Downtown was fine. There were a lot of shops selling British goods. It wasn't very busy, which I appreciated. I had an early dinner at a casual restaurant, but when a cruise ship docked nearby and the restaurant quickly filled up with tourists, I was ready to get back on the bus.
Returning to my hotel after another fun bus ride, I made my way to the outdoor jacuzzi. Watching the palm trees sway in the shadow of the moonlight, I couldn't help but to laugh at myself. All this way to relax on the beach, when what made me happiest was riding the bus in a different country. I've taken the bus a lot in foreign (and domestic) travels, and I've enjoyed riding and observing everything around me. But I could never before say that I enjoyed riding the bus more than being on the beach. Must be that Bermuda Triangle.