Pink beaches and red phone booths
31 August 2013 • What did we know about Bermuda before we embarked Norwegian Breakaway in New York? We knew about the legend of the Bermuda triangle. We knew that it was an island in the Atlantic Ocean, with strong links to Britain and even stronger links with the financial world. We imagined clear blue waters and expected cars driving on the left hand side. Of course there would be red mailboxes and red telephone cabins. And quite obviously, we would see people wearing Bermuda shorts.
When after two days of slow steaming our ship slowed down to pick up the pilot in the wee hours of the morning, we were surprised by the beauty of the light and the amazing cloud formations. They looked as if someone ‘up there’ was embellishing the sky with extra fluffy whipped cream.
Our ship docked at Heritage Warf, where everything was available to please the tourists. Passengers can disembark, walk five minutes and chose from the wide range of activities, such as jet skiing, snorkelling, swimming with the dolphins, and of course shopping. Everything was clean and excellently organized. A high-frequency high-speed ferry service is shuttling between Heritage Wharf and Hamilton, the capital, or to some other areas. It’s faster by ferry than by car.Heritage Wharfhigh-speed ferries and jet skis
On the last day we took one of the pink busses to see one of the pink beaches. Véronique was very confident that we could be back on board again on time, I was a bit more stressed about it. We drove to Horseshoe Bay, which has indeed a wonderful beach, but where was the pink sand? Lots of sunbathers though, in all grades of pink.
What we loved most about Bermuda was the surrounding ocean.
Combinations of light, clouds and time of the day were mixed on the endless creative palette of nature. Landscapes were simple –just water and sky- and yet rich and endless.