Going back to Bermuda was great, and I was glad that I got to see the areas where I grew up and how they’ve changed.
We biked a lot in Bermuda. The idea was that we would bike all around, and mostly use the Railway Trail (a trail for pedestrians and pedal bikes only). This worked, but apparently there had been a bunch of moped thefts a couple of years ago, and the thieves used the Railway Trail to get the mopeds far away really quickly. To combat this, the trail got a bunch of really obnoxious fences installed, so we had to constantly get off our bikes and haul them over the intentional obstacles. So, that was annoying.
Nonetheless, we managed to do: a 16-mile-trip, a 10-mile trip, and a 25-mile-trip on our bikes.
I also got to see my favourite spider again, the Spiny Orb-Weaver.
The southern shores certainly had all be best snorkeling, beaches, and wildlife (Southampton’s and Warwick’s southern shores especially).
Oh, and while we were biking around St David’s, Doc and I found a dirt bike course that appeared to have been abandoned, so of course we rode around on it.
We also managed to eat fish chowder at a billion different places, and have become obsessed with putting black rum and sherry peppers in soup. Doc’s favourite fish chowder was at Henry VIII’s, because it tasted the least like fish; my favourite fish chowder was at Black Horse Tavern, because it tasted the most like fish. Interpret that however you want.