Today we rented scooters:

And we explored some other parts of Bermuda we haven’t seen before. We didn’t linger in the towns, because towns are towns. But we did meet a local who lived in Lagrange, Georgia for a year and visited Auburn to play golf. (We’ve also had a War Eagle moment at a beach, when the mother of an Auburn student stopped by. Also, we taught the guy fetching cabs about dragging out that long r in “Warrrrrrr,” too.)

Anyway, amid the rocks and between the waves:

We found a new favorite beach, quiet and empty. So my lovely wife wrote her name down. Funny how you find yourself in one of those places you’d like to stay, for some time, really, and you like it so much that you want to note your presence, but you’re left with doing it in the most ephemeral medium possible.

More island scenes:

Funny how, when you got off the main road and through the one big intersection we negotiated, we were in a perfectly peaceful tropical paradise. We were having such a fine time of it that we got turned around and these guys had to put us back on track.

We made it back to the ship just in time for the departure.