Bermuda: Day 2

Bike Day! The group minus the Girl, Karina and Amanda went biking. We met the same outfit who would ultimately be the dive people. The bike tour ended up being our own personal bike tour, too, which was awesome.

Bermudians really like their Oleanders, by the way. It came up on every tour. You know, they're poisonous.

Bermudians also like their roofs. They are functional, which is cool. I wonder what it could do for other societies to implement something similar.

The bike tour also stopped at a fort. At one point the tour guides issued a challenge to climb and really rough hill and touch the wall of the fort. After all of us attempted, they informed us that there was actually a mote pit around the fort, and that touching the wall would have been difficult. What they didn't know was that they have a climber in their midst, and I would have done so anyway just to do it. I didn't make it to the top, however. I didn't win the case of beer or the rum. Bummer, because the ship just didn't have enough of either...

At the conclusion of the bike tour, we swam in cold water where Forrest did his beached whale impression by hydroplaning face first into water that was maybe two feet deep. Laughter ensued.

When we returned to the ship, we had lunch and then attempted to once again get me to my climbing destination. Bermuda transportation thwarted me once again, damn it. We instead took a bus to the Gibbs Hill light house, walked the one hundred eighty odd steps to the top, and peered around for awhile. While there, we realized we weren't far from Horseshoe Bay.

We decided to walk there, my climbing gear in tow. A seemingly endless walk later, we arrived at one of the most beautiful beaches I've ever seen. Even better, there were rocks in the water! I got to scramble/climb on some of the rocks in Horseshoe Bay. Awesome! Thanks to everybody who tried so hard to get me to climb!

At one point, I decided to kamikaze off a rock into the water and swim back into land. What I failed to realize was that the floor of the ocean surf was only about two feet deep. I'm lucky I didn't break something. I came back in, we saw some man-of-wars, and we trekked out to the taxi.

We had decided to return via taxi because of the walk to Horseshoe Bay. We fortunately found two other cruisers on Horseshoe Bay, and we all split a tax back to the ship. Best money spent ever. Whew!

That night was one of the best nights there. We went to a little place in King's Wharf called the Frog and Onion Pub. We had some awesome hanging out and some beer and various other mixed drinks and some good food and whatnot. I dug it.

Exhausted, we returned to the ship. I'm pretty sure we had super chocolate rush once back on the ship, and then lapsed into comas in preparation for the next day...