More pictures of the ship, Bermuda, and rum
This is where we spent a week of our lives.
We splurged for a balcony cabin which was great – except we had a screaming child next door.
All. Seven. Days.
I would frequently step out onto the balcony and see the dad standing there looking depressed. Wanted to say something about the kid but it was clear that he was suffering enough.
So I gave him the dude nod, which he returned, and we both went on with our lives.
We didn’t spend too much time actually in Bermuda because we’d been there a number of times before. But we did make it to a rocky beach for a pina colada in a plastic cup by the shore.
I think it’s a requirement.
Also took a stroll to the Commissioner’s House at the Royal Naval Dockyard.
But really, the thing with taking a cruise is that, while the ship is docked, you pretty much have it to yourself. That meant reading at in the library in peace and quiet.
That’s what we nerds do.
..and maybe a drink or three at the Maltings Bar where I had a glass of Barcardi Oakheart rum for the first time.
We saw Rock of Ages (again), a dance show call Burn the Floor and a few other things.
Ended our trip listening to this singer named Annika Odegard, who was good enough that I bought her album.
But ultimately, there’s only so much lounging, drinking, and eating one can do.
Her: I think I’m done.
Me: Me too. I’m ready to get home.