Wow! This is so much fun! I woke up this morning to a rocking and rolling. Huge swells were flowing under the boat as if a large, restless animal was turning over and over. It was quite a pitch, but very gentle at the same time. The boat had slowed as the Captain waited for the pilot to board in order to guide us through the channels to dock at Hamilton, Bermuda. I got out of bed and went on deck to watch. It was warm and moist, grey sky and turquoise water. Beautiful. But windy.
Yesterday, sailing under a balmy blue sky, our Captain announced that Olivia was still bothering Bermuda. You know how Hurricanes can look like giant pin wheels or small galaxies? That shape? Well, the end of the pinwheel, the outer roll of the cinnamon roll was yet to pass by. The Captain said that we would not stop and tender to St. George on account of the waves being so high that it was unsafe. Instead, we’d go directly to the safe harbor of Hamilton. The forecast was for rain and then clearing that afternoon.
As we sped on through the night, the weather became more dramatic. After dinner, Al and I took a walk along the outside promenade. Up and down we went. That up and down continued throughout the night, accompanied by an occasional flash of light and then the sound of someone shaking a large piece of tin. No kidding! The thunder sounded so odd….just like the old radio show sound effects. Perhaps you need land masses to get that rolling deep undertone that I’ve been accustomed to hearing in thunder. Whatever…it was dramatic.
Which brings us to this moment. We are currently anchored outside the mile and a half or so channel that takes us to Hamilton Harbor. The captain announced to us over the loud speakers that we would be staying here to wait out this next squall line because the channel is so narrow you really need to see. When the storms pass through, there is no seeing. All this torrent of warm wind and rain. One squall just passed and there are some more before clearing takes over late this afternoon.
Needless to say, no scooter rides for us today. But we do have free vouchers for all day riding on bermuda’s busses and ferries.
We don’t mind. It’s just so relaxing without obligations. Cozy. Spoke with Bob and Molly this morning and we all agreed that it’s rather exciting just “going with the flow,” and wondering what is next.
Tomorrow, weather permitting, Al and I are going snorkeling at some ancient shipwrecks and reefs. The next day, weather permitting, we are taking a horse and carriage ride with Molly and Bob and then a private horseback ride that Al organized. But if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. There will be something fun to do.
Boat Bloat. I’ve no idea how this phenomena occurs, but it happens soon after your first meal on board the ship. You swell up. Perhaps it’s the rich and highly seasoned foods. You don’t even need to gorge. You wake up on Day Two, look in the mirror and there it is…..the dreaded Boat Bloat. Bermuda bound and Boat bloated. All fat and sassy.
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