We took our next bus to the end of route/ bus terminal and becided to walk down hill into the historic district. On that route, which was also new to Rhonda we saw a split shady high/ low road that we decided to follow. We followed the path passing people here and there until we came to a hill that overlooked an amazing beach. It was almost as pretty as some of the beaches we used to see while living in Virgin Gorda in the BVI... Almost! While oohing and ahhing over the beach Rhonda recognized the jeep parked in the drive way of the closest home to us and knocked on the door. The home belonged to one of her coworkers who also rents out rooms in her house to tourist. Her lovely friend invited is in for a cold lemonade and we chatted for a while. We discussed the economy, teacher furloughs, and must see places in Bermuda. I later got a tour of her rental apartments and rooms and promised her that I will definately share her info with my traveler friends. Her apartments were lovely, great price, and right there at that amazing beach!
One the way to town we also stopped at "the unfinished church" site and the old city square. The unfinished church was a Church that they started constructing in the 1800 and construction had to be stop repeatedly for different catastrophes; hurricanes, fires, lack of funds, and structural errors. Finally it was decided that this place was not meant to be finished and it was gated closed as a historic site. The old city hall still displayed old slave torture devices and are still used in weekly reenactments.
For lunch we had sweet and sour lobster with pineapple, that was to die for! We hopped on our bus and took a tour of the rest of the island, by now the bus was packed. Happy people would step on board and shout out "good afternoon everyone!!" All would reply "good afternoon!" then return to their busy happy chatter. The Bermudian accent is extremely contagious. It's very British with a hint of American and a dash of Caribbean. I've been here less than 24 hours and catch myself saying "hell-oh" and "no-oh" just like a Bermudian! This always makes me laugh.
Once we got back to our side of town we visited neighbors and I was served a delicious mix of Black Bermudian Rum and Ginger Beer. I immediately named this mix "trouble". It taste great enough for you not to take cautious with its strength. I finished that drink in no time. For those of you who know me know that I'm a lightweight when it comes to alcohol and that right there is double trouble. Luckily we were at the neighbors long enough for the alcohol to wear off a little and most importantly for me to NOT embarrass myself.
While there Rhonda's husband returned home from an oversees trip and the 3 of us spent time catching up and hearing about his trip.
Later on I happily returned to my favorite futon to update the blog, IG account, and FB pages. I spent the night dreaminbif how I can make this whole travel thing a second career. Like an Anthony Bourdain or Andrew Zimmern but not eating so much, I gotta keep these and, babe! But just traveling to meet the amazing people of the world and learning about their culture, language, art, point of view, music, and dance... And of course a little bit of food through these amazing people. Hmmmm... I'm putting it out there... I'll let you know when CNN or The Travel Channel call! Ha!