No, I haven’t been—only Jane Luck, my alter ego has. Yes I’m dreaming again. I’m picturing myself there.
It’s a little game I like to play called Pretending–that’s Pre-intending. I’m setting the scene in my mind, just the way I like it. Sooner or later, the Universe will have no choice but to plop me smack dab in the middle of Bermuda where I’ll suddenly find myself darting around on Vespas, wallowing, on the pink sand beaches, wading among the towering limestone rocks, eating fish chowder and hot cross buns, and drinking swizzle.
But then what? I don’t mind a little resort area life, but I’m eventually going to want to chill with some people and get into some adventures that aren’t connected to the ministry of Tourism or it’s aims.
Local flair. It almost sounds cliche, hearing some tourist in hiking boots and a backpack say they want to go “off the beaten path” or “meet some locals”. But who wants to travel all the way to another part of the world just to stay in “little America” and watch dance performances at the “cultural museum”?
The best thing about travel is meeting the people who live in the place you’re exploring, having them show you how they live, and discovering just how different and alike you are.
So, Bermudophiles, where are you? What exceptional activities do you recommend? Any popular, local characters I should meet? Is there some tucked away bar or restaurant that shouldn’t be overlooked? A little known spelunking site that’s worth a peek? Lemme know!