Friday, 16 November 2018

TRANSPORT AROUND BOGOTÁ

13th - 15th  Nov 2018

Bogotá city looking west from Cerro de Monserraté
Bogotá, capital city of Colombia, population of just over 8 million, is built on a plateau in the Andes at an altitude of 8,660ft. It is surrounded by mountains and was originally a fertile bog. Perhaps that is how it got it's name.


As my bad choice of hotel put me at the opposite (north) end to the more interesting tourist area (south-east) I had to travel accross the city for the first 3 days. Apart from taxis (and the Uber ones are good) the only public transport is the 'Transmilenio' which, being very cheap and me being a miser, I used. It was an interesting experience and not for the faint hearted.
The 'Transmilenio' system (I will abbreviate to TMO) consists of 2/3 carriage red and yellow bendy-buses (left) which masquerades as an overground 'metro' system. They have their own dedicated dual carriageway lanes on routes around the city stopping at covered 'stations' (right) but have to conform to normal road traffic lights. In theory it sounds fine. In practice there are a few drawbacks, especially for novice visitors. 
Firstly; understanding the routes, which change depending on the time of day or night, would flummox even the most brilliant original Bletchley Park, or GCHQ Cheltenham code breaker. I stood no chance.
Secondly; when you do arrive at a 'station' the name of it is marked in almost invisible etching on the glass wall. 
Thirdly; at most times, especially at rush hour, the carriages are packed to the gunnels. I think I only twice got a seat. This makes it even more impossible to read the station signs.
Fourthly; Bogotonians have no sense of letting passengers off before they get on. At rush hour  the open doors resemble a hard fought loose ruck in an international rugby match with no referee. On one occasion I witnessed an old lady (probably a late substitute) getting her arm jammed in the closing doors and the 'bus' set off amongst much screaming. The driver opened the door to release her.....and we were moving! Not sure if anyone fell out. Difficult to tell as we were packed in like sardines.
Fifthly; (if there is such a word) the drivers use only full accelerator or full brake. Every stop seems to be an 'emergency' one. This means, if standing, you have to hang on for grim death and the discomfort is compounded by the fact that there are several bumps in the road. I suspect they are all frustrated stock-car racing drivers.
My TMO journeys to and from La Candelaria took anything between 45 mins and 1hr15mins, except on one occasion when I missed a stop to change buses and ended up in some dodgy favela/barrio and had to retrace my steps. I think that took me most of a morning.
On the plus side, apart from being cheap (COP 2300, that's about US$ 80 cents for any single journey of whatever length including changing buses, and you buy cards which you can top up) there were often locals willing to help a baffled looking Gringo like me. I was 'guided' through the system on several occasions by some charming and helpful locals (thank you Angela, Julianio, Maria, Augusto and some others if you read this!). I later found that there is an 'App' which tells you which route and bus to take. It works, but I only had it for one day.
The Uber taxi system works well and is relatively cheap and I did use that on occasions for shorter trips, but what the hell! I braved the Transmilenio and feel proud for doing so and escaped relatively unscathed. Anyone reading this and going to Bogotá, don't be a whimp! I challenge you to do it. 'Go Transmilenio'.
Left: As a post-script, on one of the less crowded TMO buses there was a very tuneful band. One normally tries to avoid these wandering minstrels, but they were very good and took ones mind off the discomfort. Apologies for the wobbly and blurred photo but I have explained the 'less than stable' travelling conditions. I was hanging on with one hand.







There are innumerable 'yellow' taxis available, but I was advised that they are considerably more expensive than Uber and you take your life (or money) in your hands if you ever get one 'off the street'. I was at least aware of that.

By the way, I have been reunited with the faithful rat (right) which I took around the world on my initial journey in 2011. It belongs to my niece and I thought it had been lost. It has reappeared, so it will feature in several photos to follow, whether you like it or not.

I'm slowing down with these blogs, (old age) but much more to show from Bogotá, so 'stand-by'.







Wednesday, 14 November 2018

TO BOGOTÁ. A PRELUDE

12th - 14th Nov 2018




I got a remarkably good value return trip to Colombia from Expedia.co.uk which included a return flight with Air Europa and a hotel in Bogotá for the first three days. Starting off from London and a scramble through delayed underground and rail systems in our exquisitely unreliable transport system I made it to London Gatwick airport just in time, if a little flustered. The flight with Air Europa, a very Spanish organisation, was to take me via a stop-over in Madrid to Bogotá. 
Gatwick Airport, or Gatport Airwick as it is sometimes amusingly referred to, was it's normal charming hub of gross commercial greed;  a shopping 'mall' masquerading as an airport. So lets start off with a good whinge. The most important thing a traveller needs to know in airports and railway stations is THE TIME. Everything depends on it. So why, amongst all the signs directing you to duty free shops and 'Palaises de Booze' are there no big 'in your face' clocks. They used to have big ones as centre pieces in railway stations and airports. Now you have to search for them as tiny afterthoughts at the bottom corner of some screens. OK, they will tell you that you should look at your watch etc., but mine has been known to stop or be wrong. Maybe they want you to miss your flight/train so you can make more use of their sodding shops. 

The flight was nearly on time. I have gathered that Air Europa is the long-haul equivalent of Ryanair; ie a good selling price but everything else costs. I could take a cabin bag free, whoopee, but putting a bag in the hold would cost an additional £100! Fortunately I discovered this in advance having been stung by half-hidden baggage charges previously. I thus only took a cabin bag. We arrived in Madrid 30 minutes late which gave me an hour to get through passport control, security etc again because I was going outside the EU. Madrid International 'Barajas' airport, ICAO designation 'MAD', is the pits. Poor signage and lack of information and bolshy staff who rarely speak any English make it a bit of a guesswork as to where you should go. My bag was taken aside at security for no apparent reason for an 'additional routine' search which of course proved groundless and merely made me cross and further delayed. In a long queue I did make it to the departure gate on time...well the departure was delayed in any event.

Actually the 9 hour flight to Bogota in a Boeing 787 'Dreamliner' was not too bad, if you allow for being in very cramped seating. No ghastly unnecessary pre-flight bullshit from a self-important 'this is your Captain Nigel speaking' routine as per BA. Travelling cheaply in cattle class I am always in two minds as whether an aisle or window seat is preferable, and the middle one is the worst of both worlds (see Brexit negotiations). I can normally last out a flight without ever needing to go to the loo. The aircraft was nearly full. I had a window seat of three (all occupied) which is fine if you don't want some incontinent old geriatric clambering over you every hour when you sit in the aisle seat. However, it is nice to be able to get up and wander around without having to climb over others. As it happened, after we had been airborne for a couple of hours I did get up ("sorry sorry" etc to my inboard neighbours) and found an aisle seat with only one other occupant at the window. Its worth having a look around for this. We had to pay 3 Euros for the privilege of obtaining a cheap ear-piece to listen to the in-flight 'entertainment', the meagre meal (chicken bits and rice) was edible but hardly substantial, free drinks with the meal but anything after that you had to go to the back of the aircraft and pay for it. Hence useful being in an aisle seat. Commendably, the cabin crew were a cut above the average in both helpfulness, attitude and, dare I say it, appearance; certainly in comparison with the jobsworth 'passed their sell-by date' harridans that afflict several national airlines.

On approach to Bogotá (El Dorado) International at about 6.00 pm (local) we were served a snack (this would be 11.00pm in UK). We must have been over South America as it consisted of a flaccid warm white bread sandwich of processed cheese and ham; the traditional and, as I recall, only form of sandwich enjoyed in that part of the world. Plus a small beaker of coffee and dried milk. Yuk!

Almost on time at 7.45pm we landed, and several of the passengers clapped! I thought this behaviour  had gone out of fashion years ago. Do bus drivers get clapped when they safely deliver their passengers to their destinations under often more challenging journeys? We wended our long way to Passport Control. Oh Crikey! The queues stretched for miles. Never seen a bigger horde even at Gatwick. It took 1hr 40mins to get the passport stamped amongst a remarkably docile (probably half asleep) herd of passengers. Then a 20 minute queue to pass through customs. And you wonder why I am not so keen on travelling by air!

I then made a silly and incredibly naive mistake. It must have been due to tiredness or frustration, or the cheese and ham sandwich. I went to the nearest 'in airport' Cambio/Exchange desk to change some US$ into local currency (Colombian Pesos, COP or, confusingly, $).  I remember previously issuing a warning: "Never, unless in dire emergency, ever convert cash in an airport". I foolishly changed US$100. I got an exchange rate of 2240 Colombian Pesos per dollar. On stepping outside to the taxi rank (and there was no option other than to use an airport taxi) there was a Cambio/Exchange office which offered a rate of 2850 Pesos to the dollar which, I have since discovered, is nearly the correct rate. I presume, therefore, that I was ripped off by about 18 US$. I must be slipping up badly.

I was probably also ripped off by the (very pleasant and welcoming) taxi driver. I am allergic to taxis but in this case there was no option. It was a 15/20 minute drive to my cheaply found hotel, Le Manoir, in the northern area of town and cost COP 50,000 (17 US$ equivalent). Frankly, I was only too glad to touch base. The small hotel was fine; clean, comfortable plus attentive and helpful staff. I was booked in for 3 nights. It transpired that there was a problem. Due to my lack of research and/or advice given beforehand, my hotel was in a quiet residential area in the north of the city. The things us tourists wanted to see were mostly in the south-eastern end of town around an area called La Candelaria. Travel between north and south of the city is, as I quickly found out, a bloody nightmare. There are also many cheap and cheerful places to stay down there which, if I had been more careful, I would have used.

Hey Ho! I'm here and seeing some interesting things. Following this 'intro', you can expect lots of pics from Bogotá, and hopefully no more happy whinges. Ariba ariba!


Friday, 9 November 2018

COLOMBIA. CARAMBA!

9th Nov 2018


Off to Bogota, Colombia on Monday 12th Nov. Stand-by!

Thursday, 20 September 2018

UPDATE OF INDEX 2


20th Sept 2018



I am now back home, yet again. The warm summer has ended and we are back to gloom, wind and rain. The nights are drawing in which is a depressing, and Christmas is approaching. Whoopee!
Time to start making plans for the 'Festive Season'. This year I am calling it 'Chrismiss' and aim to escape to places warm, welcoming and hopefully with a lack of bleedin' Jingle Bells and Ding Dong Merrily etc. Bah humbug.

The reason I write this stuff is primarily for my own amusement and record. When eventually I sit, immobile, dribbling, and incontinent in the Sunnylands Home for the Elderly and Bewildered I will hopefully be able to re-read these posts and remember where I have been and what I did. Of course my memory will have gone by then so every time nurse opens up the computer for me each page will always spring out as a complete surprise. It might also give a potential visitor to the places I have visited a sort of light-hearted 'heads up' of what to expect. 

To remind my reader of how to locate a particular location: Click on to 'arrow' next to the relevant year at the blog archive list top right of page. This opens up the months with titles. Then click on to relevant month arrow and that will open up the blogs in that month.

Incidently, if using a 'smartphone', scroll down to the bottom of the first page where you  should opt to 'view web version'. This allows you to select the 'arrows' as above. 

If you wish to enlarge a photo, just single click on it.

List of Posts

2011

Jan
1.      The Beginning
2.      At Sea - Now Antwerp - Belgium
3.      Stranded in Le Havre - France
Feb
4.      Crossing The Pond
5.      Noo Yawk, Noo Yawk - USA
6.      Virginia - USA
7.      Washington DC - USA
8.      Columbia - South Carolina - USA
9.      Charleston - South Carolina - USA
Mar
10.    Miami - Florida - USA
11.    Fort Lauderdale - Florida - USA
12.    Savannah - Georgia - USA
13.    Boston - Massachusetts - USA
14.    Boston - Post Script - USA
15.    Niagara Falls - Ontario - Canada
16.    Toronto - Ontario - Canada
17.    Winnipeg - Manitoba - Canada
18.    The Canadian - Toronto to Vancouver - Canada
Apr
19.    Vancouver Island - British Columbia - Canada
20.    Seattle - Washington - USA
21.    Amtrak. Seattle to San Francisco - USA
22.    San Francisco - California (Part 1) - USA
23.    San Francisco - California (Part 2) - USA
24.    San Diego - California - USA
25.    Tijuana to La Paz - Mexico
26.    La Paz - Mexico
27.    Mazatlan - Mexico
May
28.    Guadalajara - Mexico
29.    Mexico City
30.    San Christobal de Las Casas - Mexico
31.    Antigua - Guatemala
32.    San Salvador - El Salvador
33.    Managua and Granada - Nicaragua
Jun
34.    San José - Costa Rica
35.    Panama City
36.    Flight to Lima - Peru
37.    Lima - Peru
38.    Nazca - Peru
39.    Cusco - Peru
40.    Machu Picchu - Peru
41.    Andean Explorer - Peru
42.    Puno (Lake Titicaca) - Peru
43.    Arequipa - Peru
Jul
44.    Panama to Auckland - New Zealand
45.    Bay of Islands - New Zealand
46.    Lake Taupo - New Zealand
47.    Cape Reinga - New Zealand
48.    Russel Birdman Festival - New Zealand
Aug
49.    Rotorua - New Zealand
50.    Napier - New Zealand
51.    Wellington - New Zealand
52.    Blenheim - New Zealand
53.    Nelson - New Zealand
54.    West Coast, South Island - New Zealand
55.    Queenstown - New Zealand
56.    Lake Tekapo - New Zealand
57.    Christchurch - New Zealand
58.    Kaikoura - New Zealand
59.    Auckland - New Zealand
60.    Across the Tasman Sea
Sep
61.    Sydney (Part 1) - Australia 
62.    Sydney (Part 2) - Australia 
63.    Melbourne (Part 1) - Australia 
64.    Melbourne (Part 2) - Australia 
65.    Tasmania - Australia
Oct
66.    Adelaide - Australia
67.    The Ghan - Adelaide to Darwin - Australia
68.    Darwin - Australia
69.    The Red Centre - Australia
70.    Back to Adelaide - Australia
71.    Onwards to Brisbane - Australia
72.    Brisbane to Singapore (Part 1)
73.    Taxis
Nov
74.    Brisbane to Singapore (Part 2)
75.    Brisbane to Singapore (Part 3)
76.    Singapore (Part 1)
77.    Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia
78.    Up Country - Malaysia
79.    Singapore (Part 2)
80.    Mozart. Malaysia to Sri Lanka
81.    Colombo - Sri Lanka
82.    Coffee
Dec
83.    Kandy - Sri Lanka
84.    Nuwara Eliya - Sri Lanka
85.    Back to Colombo - Sri Lanka
86.    Galle - Sri Lanka
87.    The Ancient Cities - Sri Lanka
88.    Trincomalee - Sri Lanka
89.    Negombo - Sri Lanka
90.    Tiruchirappalli - India
91.    Kerala - India

2012

Jan
92.    Goa - India
93.    Bombay - India
94.    Delhi - India
95.    Palace On Wheels. Rajasthan (Part 1) - India
96.    Palace On Wheels. Rajasthan (Part 2) - India
97.    Palace On Wheels. Rajasthan (Part 3) - India
98.    Palace On Wheels. Rajasthan (Part 4) - India
99.    Palace On Wheels. Rajasthan (Part 5) - India
100.  Calcutta - India
Feb
101.  Rangoon - Burma
102.  The Train To Bagan - Burma
103.  Bagan - Burma
104.  Mandalay (Part 1) - Burma
105.  Mandalay (Part 2) - Burma
106.  Inle Lake - Burma
107.  Ngapali Beach - Burma
108.  Bangkok - Thailand
109.  Siem Reap - Cambodia
Mar
110.  Phnom Penh - Cambodia
111.  Saigon - Vietnam
112.  Hanoi - Vietnam
Apr
113.  Sa Pa - Vietnam
114.  Ha Long Bay - Vietnam
115.  Beijing (Part 1) - China
116.  Hong Kong
117.  Beijing (Part 2) - China
May
118.  Mongolia
119.  Siberia - Russia
120.  Trans-Siberian to Moscow
121.  Moscow (Part 1) - Russia
122.  Moscow (Part 2) - Russia
123.  St Petersburg - Russia
124.  Helsinki - Finland
125.  Rovaniemi - Finland
126.  Up To Kirkenes - Norway
127.  Hurtigruten (Part 1) - Norway
128.  Hurtigruten (Part 2) - Norway
129.  Hurtigruten (Part 3) - Norway
130.  Hurtigruten (Part 4) - Norway
Jun
131.  Bergen to Oslo - Norway
132.  Oslo - Norway
133.  Copenhagen - Denmark
134.  Hamburg - Germany
135.  Hook of Holland - and Home
Jul
136.  The End
Aug
137.  Post Script - London
138.  Stand-by For More...

2013

Sep
139.  To The Democratic Peoples Republic Of Korea (North Korea)
140.  Pyongyang 1 - North Korea
141.  Pyongyang 2 - North Korea
Oct
142.  Kaesong and Panmunjom - North Korea
143.  Back to Pyongyang - North Korea
144.  Pyongyang 3 - North Korea
145.  Samjiyon and Mount Paekdu - North Korea
146.  Daehongdan County - North Korea
147.  Chongjin - North Korea
148.  Hamhung - North Korea
149.  Wonsan and Mount Kumgang - North Korea
150.  Mount Kumgang 2 - North Korea
151.  Mount Kumgang 3 - North Korea
152.  Wonsan Again - North Korea
153.  Back To Pyongyang and On To Nampo - North Korea
Nov
154.  Nampo and Back To Pyongyang - North Korea
155.  Train To Beijing - North Korea
156.  The Finale
157.  Impressions of North Korea
158.  Vids From North Korea
Dec
159.  Zambia
160.  Battledore Farm - Zambia
161.  Cool Bananas - Zambia
162.  Banana Hazards - Zambia
163.  Back On The Farm - Zambia
164.  Continued Jollities - Zambia

2014

Jan
165.  Christmas In Darkest Africa - Zambia
166.  Lusaka 1  - Zambia
167.  Lusaka 2  - Zambia
168.  Livingston (I Presume) - Zambia
169.  On Safari - Botswana
170.  Ndola N'Home - Zambia
Feb
171.  Onwards To Sarf America
Mar
172.  Buenos Aires and The Wedding - Argentina
173.  Around Buenos Aires - Argentina
174.  Jujuy Province - Argentina
175.  Salta - Argentina
176.  Cordoba - Argentina
177.  Mendoza - Argentina
178.  Santiago (Part 1) - Chile
179.  Olmue and Valparaiso - Chile
180.  Santiago (Part 2) - Chile
Apr
181.  To Osorno and Bariloche - Argentina
182.  Bariloche - Argentina
183.  Ruta National 40 - Argentina
184.  El Calafate - Argentina
185.  Tierra Del Fuego (Part 1) - Argentina
186.  Tierra Del Fuego (Part 2) - Argentina
187.  Iguazu - Argentina
188.  Buenos Aires - Finale - Argentina

2015

Jan
189.  The Saga Of My Nearly Lost Hat - UK
Jul
190.  We Wish To Apologise... - UK
Aug
191.  Those Blasted Announcements... - UK
Sep
192.  Tuscany By Train - France
193.  Mulhouse to Montecatini - Italy
194.  Florence - Italy
195.  Around Montecatini - Italy
196.  Lucca and Pisa - Italy
197.  Venice 1 - Italy
Oct
198.  Venice 2 - Italy
199.  Venice 3 - Italy
200.  Turin - Italy
Dec
201.  'Nam Revisited - Vietnam
202.  Saigon Again - Vietnam

2016

Jan
203.  Merry Keesmah - Vietnam
204.  Up The Mekong - Vietnam
205.  Happy Noo Yeer - Vietnam
Mar
206.  Snowdrops - UK
207.  Turkey - An Inspiration
208.  Istanbul Or Bust
209.  Budapest - Briefly - Hungary
210.  Brasov - Transylvania - Romania
Apr
211.  Bucharest - Romania
212.  Onwards To Istanbul - Bulgaria
213.  This Was Constantinople - Turkey
214.  Up The Bosphorous - Turkey
215.  The Turkish Bath - Turkey
Sep
216.  Up The Kennet - UK
Oct
217.  Down The Baltics
218.  Tallinn 1 - Estonia
219.  Tallinn 2 - Estonia
220.  Tallinn 3 - Estonia
221.  On To Riga - Latvia
222.  Around Riga - Latvia
223.  Riga Finale - Stuck Up A Steeple - Latvia
224.  Vilnius...And The Dark Side - Lithuania
225.  Vilnius...The Bright Side - Lithuania
Nov
226.  A Damp Day In Warsaw - Poland
227.  Berlin And Bed Bugs In Brussels - Belgium
228.  Cultural Day In Lille - France
Dec
229.  Bah Humbug And Chrexit - Vietnam
230.  Laid-Back Laos - Vientiane - Laos
231.  Va Va Vang Vieng - Laos
232.  Vang Vieng Voom Voom - Laos

2017

Jan
233.  Luang Prabang - Laos
234.  Luang Prabang And Elephants - Laos
Oct
235.  Ariba Ariba and Off to Cuba
Nov
236.  Havana Wander - Cuba
237.  Havana Further Wander - Cuba
238.  On West to Viñales - Cuba
239.  Cienfuegos - Cuba
240.  Ye Olde Town of Trinidad - Cuba
241.  Santa Clara. Viva La Revolución - Cuba
242.  Varadero. - Cuba
243.  Guanabo. Playa del Ested - Cuba
Dec
244.  Back to Havana - Cuba
245.  Havana Finale - Cuba
246.  Chrexit 2017 - Thailand
247.  Phuket and Beaches - Thailand
248.  Phuket Town - Thailand
249.  Saigon Again - Vietnam

2018

Jan
250.  Wats in Chiang Mai - Thailand
251.  A Day Out in Chiang Mai - Thailand
252.  More Chiang Mai - Thailand
Feb
253.  Chiang Mai - Bangkok - and Home
Apr
254.  Silly Signs
May
255.  By Plane to Ukraine
Jun
256.  Kiev Part 1 - Ukraine
257.  Kiev Part 2 - Ukraine
258.  Chernobyl Disaster. The Background Story - Ukraine
259.  Chernobyl Part 1 - Ukraine
Jul
260.  Pripyat. The Ghost Town - Ukraine
261.  Chernobyl Part 2 - Ukraine
262.  Bermuda or Bust - Bermuda
Aug
263.  St. George's - Bermuda
264.  More Bermuda
265.  Carnival Time - Bermuda
266.  Hamilton - Bermuda
267.  Finale - Bermuda
Sep
268.  Update of Index 2
   

Sunday, 26 August 2018

FINALE - BERMUDA

22nd June 2018


Another typical little secluded cove.
There was an 18 mile long railway linking St. George's to Somerset Parish at the western end of the island known at the time as 'Old Rattle and Shake', which may give some indication of its quality. Anyway, it was closed down in 1948 but the old track is now called the 'Bermuda Railway Trail' and is, apparently, a delightful way to travel the length of the island on foot, bicycle or horseback. I'm sure it is but I chose not to. I took a scooter instead and went west, travelling down the southern side on South Road.

Left: The popular Horseshoe Bay in Warwick Parish (the island is divided into parishes). It was fairly crowded when I got there because I suspect a cruise ship had arrived and this place is on the tourist agenda.









A decent place for a dip I suppose and there is a pleasant bar and restaurant, plus showers and changing rooms behind the shoreline. As with everything here; not cheap. From the Rum Bum Beach Bar you can hire a 'sand-chair' for $15, snorkel for $25 and the 'VIP Package' i.e. small shelter, 4 deck-chairs and a bucket of distilled water, for $150! Distilled water in a bucket? Not my idea of the ideal beach refreshment! I thought it was something you put in car batteries.
Left: The Horseshoe Baby Beach next door, separated by a cliff and dunes over which you can climb. A pretty little beach which has shallow water and does not suffer from undertows as at the main beach and therefore considered more suitable for children. I suppose they all have their drawbacks.

On down through Southampton Parish (another swish golf course, the Port Royal) towards Somerset Village. On crossing Somerset Bridge over an inlet to the Great Sound you pass over what is termed 'the smallest drawbridge in the world' (right). This is simply a plank which opens about 18" to alow the masts of yachts to pass through. Hardly worthy of the term 'drawbridge' in my opinion.





Left: The sign which explains it all, if you can enlarge it to read.










I stopped for lunch at the enticingly named 'Somerset Country Squire Restaurant' on the northern side of the village. Not a bad place at all with a decent bar and friendly staff.




Entry to the outside dining area was through one of these popular 'moon gates'. On the sign outside was another 'NO LOITERING' warning. In fact it reads "Absolutely No Loitering In Or Around These Premises". Hang on! I thought that was what one was meant to do inside a bar/restaurant.
I asked if I could be excused for a short loiter while I had my lunch. I was duly granted permission.





Travelling further on I would have reached The Royal Dockyard, so went back the way I came and visited Gibbs Hill Lighthouse (right). This is a fully functioning lighthouse which was built in 1846. Made of cast-iron, it is 117' high and you can climb up a spiral staircase (185 steps) to the viewing platform, which I did. It has a $2.50 entrance fee which is probably the cheapest thing you can buy on the whole island. It is near Horseshoe Bay and overlooks another splendiferous golf course (The Turtle Hill Golf Club). I discovered that golf courses take up 17% of the island's 21.6 square miles.









Left: My trusty scooter which seemed to work OK but was a real bugger to pull back onto its stand and resulted in scraped knuckles and much swearing. They had removed the side leaning stands on all scooters because they were worried that they would fall over.










Right: A good view from the top of the lighthouse looking west towards Somerset Parish and on up north to the Royal Naval Dockyard. A very built-up island, and what you see here is considered the more 'rural' area.








Further east going back the way I came, I called in at the Coral Beach Country Club, on or near Elbow Beach in Paget Parish. A very posh club with, presumably, well-heeled members.

I made enquiries about membership which, although I could never imagine joining, at least gave me free rein to wander around and explore the place.






Right: The smart dining room, or one of them.



.....plus tennis courts....














...and immaculate croquet lawn. A strict dress code of 'whites' is applied here.

I had a word with the Club croquet 'professional' who is a charming ex-Brit called Robin Blackburne. He has worked at the Club for over 20 years. I took the opportunity to book my host in for an hour's coaching session, at $100 per hour. He wasn't made aware of this at the time, but I expect he has sorted something out by now with Mr Blackburne.



I mentioned previously that you cannot hire cars on the island. Many  tourists don't feel safe on scooters, so they have introduced a little electric powered vehicle called a 'Twizy' (made by Renault I think). These are like scooters on 4 wheels with a roof and have become popular. Not sure what their performance is like or how you charge them up. I haven't seen any in UK, or anywhere else, yet.






Well that just about covers most of what I experienced on my trip to Bermuda. A lovely place, if you can afford it.

So back to UK at the beginnning of a heat wave which brings out all the best sights in this lovely country of ours.


This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,--
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
William Shakespeare"King Richard II", Act 2 scene 1
....and bugger Brussels.


Wednesday, 22 August 2018

HAMILTON - BERMUDA

19th - 20th June 2018


Hamilton harbour
To Hamilton from St. George's by bus. The bus service around the island is normally quite good, when they are not on strike or 'go-slow' that is, which I experienced on my way back to St. George's from The Royal Naval Dock Yards the other day. I then had to get my host to collect me by scooter from the Hamilton bus station as there had been a 'work to rule' which meant leaving many people stranded and totally informationless.

This time the bus worked out OK and it is about 45 mins to Hamilton, the capital, on a north shore peninsular about halfway down the island. Not a bad sort of place with some fairly upmarket looking office buildings, no doubt where all these insurance and re-insurance businesses are based.

Left: Cathedral of the Most Holy Trinity on, unsurprisingly, Church Street near the centre. Quite an imposing building but I didn't bother to go inside.

There are lots of decent shops and shopping 'malls' but, surprisingly, few outdoor cafés along the harbour front (Front Street) or elsewhere. Most of the bars and restaurants seemed to be in upstairs locations. Room for improvement here, I felt. One aspect of Bermuda I really admire is that there are no foreign 'fast food' franchises. They are banned. Actually one, a Kentucky Fried Chicken outlet, sneaked in before they were made illegal and it still exists. Apart from that none of the dreadful US obesity and diabetes outlets exist. What a refreshing change from anywhere else on the planet (apart from North Korea). 

Right: An amusing statue outside the ferry terminal. A cox at the back but I couldn't quite work out how they propelled themselves.











Left: There are several ads around town to encourage you to join the Royal Bermuda Regiment. Bermuda has a long history of British military occupation with many famous old Regiments having been stationed here. Now they just have the Royal Bermuda Regiment which, I am sure, is a force to be reckoned with. Apparently they have a pipe band which, if nothing else, would probably strike fear into any invaders.




Right: The Cabinet Building, Bermuda's Senate. The 'Opening of Parliament' is held here involving the British Governor in full regalia, plumed hat and horse-drawn carriage etc. before the Parliament descends into normal long-winded and tedious debates. 
Open to the public on Wednesdays, when in session, if you are interested.







Out of curiosity I took a walk along Front Street to the Bermuda Underwater Exploration Institute (BUEI). It is quite a high-tech museum of things underwater (I don't mean the museum is underwater of course) but actually not that interesting, and very few visitors while I was there.
There is a simulated 'journey' in a capsule to the bottom of the ocean which attracted a few of us sparse visitors. We first had to wait for ages because the guy running it didn't turn up on time. Having sat ourselves down in a sort of cabin with bench seats it took us through some 3D action descending to the depths. It involved close encounters with a giant squid but, on the whole, despite some reasonable visuals, was a very disjointed trip and, frankly, rather silly and uninspiring.

There were various deep-sea things on display, including a vast collection of sea shells. Yawn (if you are not into that sort of thing). 

Left: A modern type of diving suit.














Right: An old fashioned type of diving suit.


















Left: ...and a replica of the original Bathysphere.














Then on up the hill on the west side to Fort Hamilton (right). A moat ringed fortress built in the 1860s as a defence for the west end's Naval Dockyard.

There are several old cannons on display and underground chambers for accommodation, magazines and storerooms. 







Left: A large cannon, but I don't understand how it worked. If it ever did.













Right: A 'gun pit' which, if you can enlarge and read the sign, says 'Gunpit For Montcrieff. Disappearing Carriage'. Well, whatever was there has certainly disappeared. 











Left: ...and a few well tended gardens around the outsides.

OK, Fort Hamilton was not very inspiring but you get good views over the harbour.

I passed, as everywhere on this island, lots of churches of various strange denominations including a 'Seventh Day Adventist' shop. I popped in and asked "what exactly is a Seventh Day Adventist?". I got the same reaction as when I asked the Tourist Info lady about 'loitering'; vis a blank stare because they thought I was bonkers.
I then took a long walk up to the northern heights to see Government House (right), the seat of the resident British Governor. This grand house sits up on the high ground with  lovely views both north and south and has a large area of well tended gardens. I was told that these gardens are the largest area of uninhabited land on the island. 
It was here, after dinner, at midnight on 10th March 1973, that the then Governor, Sir Richard Sharples, was assassinated by a Black Power fanatic, along with his ADC, Capt Hugh Sayers, and his dog, a Great Dane called Horsa.



I eventually found my way to the front guard post and asked the guard (ex-Royal Bermuda Regiment) if there was any chance of going inside. He told me that the Governor and his ADC (Royal Bermuda Regiment) were away; they probably saw me coming. I chatted him up and passed admiring comments on his chestful of medals. He was charming but "no, I had to leave" and was not encouraged to wander around the grounds. So I did anyway. 

Left: The front door.


There are two decent tennis courts here and dozens of trees of various description planted by  visiting Royalty, Presidents and prominent politicians, all with plaques to commemorate the planting. You name 'em, they've planted it. (Duke of Edinburgh, President Carter, Harold MacMillan, John Major, Princess Anne etc. etc.) and this one (right) by Margaret Thatcher.







On my way back down to the town I passed, in the middle of nowhere, this establishment (left).
I had to call in. After ringing the bell 'for service' and some delay I was enthusiastically greeted by an old lady called Emelda, and her little dog (Mitzy), who were standing behind a counter surrounded by some fairly tawdry items of their trade. I suspect she gets very few visitors and was glad for the opportunity of a chat. She even invited me to stay for some food and a drink but, sadly, due to other pressing engagements, I had to decline.


There are many Poinciana trees like this around the place (right). Very colourful and several more exuberant than this one.












.....and a humorously named Jamaican food shop (left).





There was to be a 'street party' on Front Street that evening and I decided to attend. They had closed off the street to vehicles and many stalls were set up selling a variety of local goods. All very jolly and the local Bobbies were out in their hi-vis jackets. I must say they are a very jovial bunch.









Left: A Town Crier was on duty to advise and assist the passers-by. I didn't hear him doing much 'crying' but he was popular for photo opportunities. There was a US cruise ship docked nearby so no shortage of volunteers.


The main attraction that evening was a performance by Gombey dancers (right). Gombey dancing is a throw-back to African/Caribbean heritage and consists of a 'leader' who coordinates a whole gang of colourfully dressed and masked dancers with tall feathery hats to the sound of very loud drums. 









Left: The 'leader', I think.





Right: A 'Gombey huddle' where, perhaps. they decide on the next moves.














Left: ...and there were some solo performances by a few small Gombeys, to much applause.

A very photogenic ensemble and I took loads of pics. It went on for a long time.

Back by bus to St. George's. We (my host, who had been working that day, and I) decided to go for a drink at the St.George's Club which caters for a wealthy estate of houses on the north side of the town. We had been there before for a meal and had met the barman/manager. He is/was a very dour Scotsman who did not appear to exude much bonhomie. On arrival (not too late) we went to the bar, at which were standing a couple of people (his mates?), asked for a drink and were told "we're closed". "Why is that" we politely asked. "Cos there's nae any customers" he replied. "Well we are customers" we suggested. "Aye, weel we're still closed". I suspect he is not happy in his job and I don't think they will be making much of a profit. Hey ho! 

I haven't yet finished with Bermuda....one more to come from the western parishes.