Of course, I don’t have anywhere to stay. But, hey, at least I’ll be somewhere different.
Carlton and I went to Bermuda once – way back in the ’70s. I seem to recall he crashed his scooter. Or did I go to Bermuda with the starter husband? No, I think it was Mr C. Things are starting to get mushy up in the old brain box.
At this late date, my choices of places to stay are rather limited. As usual, I am a person of extremes. Should I go low budget and stay at the scruffy place by the ferry dock with no pool or A/C or TVs but with kitchenettes and a dock to swim off of. Or, should I just bag it up at one of the big-ass deluxe hotels. Right now, sitting on the dock of the bay sounds best. Heck, I could even round up something to eat and open my own bottle of beer.
I have my nice new unused passport. The medical evac package that I got for Australia is still in play. Bermuda uses US money. And Bermuda uses US electric outlets. I am good to go. Except for the little problem of where to sleep.
Jumping off a dock right now sounds like a plan but do they give you WIFI?
Enjoy yourself!