Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Dockyard

In a very uncharacteristic Hayley move, I walked up to the woman selling ferry tokens, and asked her to point me in the direction of something fun. She was confused, and not impressed. I explained that I was new, wanted to go somewhere on the ferry, and asked again where I should go. She shrugged and said, "Dockyard. It's the only place the ferry goes today."

Done. Two tokens ($4 each), and  was off! I waited by the dock for the ferry, and had a hamburger from a food truck. When I finally got it, after waiting ten minutes in the sweltering heat, with no shelter in sight, it was covered in BBQ sauce (literally, the whole thing has been dipped in barbecue sauce, maybe twice), and then slapped on a bun. Dripping, delicious, calories-galore, but the only thing I'd eaten that day, so it hit the spot.

The ferry got there and we were off! I had no idea to where, how far and who I was surrounded by, but, we left.

We arrived a half hour later with extremely wind-blown hair (not a good style for this lady), and I quickly found out that this was a massive tourist trap!

This is because this is where the cruise ships dock when they stop over in Bermuda. I have never seen such huge ships!

























I soon discovered what the place was really about. It is so beautiful!




















































I came across a beach ($5 cover, weird but okay doke), that was very clearly a cruise ship stop-over beach. It didn't matter to me, the place was beautiful! I've since been told that this is not a real Bermuda beach, but an unimpressive, uncool, not-to-be-visited, tourist beach. I don't know about that, I think it was stunning!

Also stunning, the amount of men that thought the Speedo was a good idea. A Speedo that is two sizes too small. Good times. Except the opposite.

Anyhow, here are some of my favourite shots!





















This is where I learned about the Rum Swizzle. Apparently, this is a potent drink! I had one, and milked it for three hours! It didn't affect me at all, but it's apparently quite affective with most regular-sized people, who drink like normal people, not sipping at a straw forever. The company that I was with was confused by me, as this was clearly not the way a true Bermudian does it. I was taught to shake it up with some ice after it melts. Take what's left of the drink, and toss it between a cup of ice. Brilliant way to make the three hour drink last even longer!

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