St. George & Rugby

Monday we slept in all the way until 8 am before taking the bus to Hamilton and having breakfast at The Spot. We rode the ferry to St. George, which stopped at the Dockyards on the way. It was a high-speed ferry and quite windy. The ride was pretty choppy. Enough so, that water splashed from the front of the boat all the way over the top to hit us in the face in the very back of the boat. Mmm-hmm. Refreshing salt bath.

Once in St. George, we saw the Unfinished Church...

...and Tobacco Bay, where some swimmers were having a lot of fun.

Next we walked and walked and walked in the heat to Fort St. Catherine.
The view from the top is amazing... and we got to play with big guns and cannons. ;)

Underground was a maze of tunnels, with plenty of storage space for their weaponry.

The lights were placed in the walls, sometimes in the middle of the wall so it would light rooms on both sides. Genius!

Good thing I noticed this sign, but Joy certainly didn't need to.

We weren't looking forward to the long walk back to St. George, so we actually had a cab come to get us. The driver was the deputy mayor and sang us a song... "I was born in Bermuda, eat your heart out..." He would stop in the middle every now and then and say, "why you laughing?" At one point he asked if we were "waiting for New Year," apparently we were moving too slowly. It may have been my most entertaining cab ride ever.

Back in the city, we decided to ride the bus to see the other lighthouse on the island. We realized that the bus only ran every hour and we didn't feel like waiting that long... so it was basically a bus tour of the lighthouse. We got a pretty good shot, eh?

The funny thing is, we probably would have had time to get off the bus, but all of the clocks on the buses are completely wrong, neither of us had a watch, and with the time change, we thought it was much later than it actually was. One funny thing about the bus... see this sign?

Joy and I both independently sat and thought it looked like a wise man putting something into a trash can or the like. Only when we started talking about it did we realize it is food. :)

We rode back to Hamilton and tried to go to the Bermuda art gallery, but it was closed. We ended up just having dinner at the Pickled Onion. The name sounded so gross, we had to try it. They definitely have interesting names for restaurants there. The food was actually pretty tasty.

Normal business dress includes Bermuda shorts. Love it!

Next we went to the rugby tournament. We ended up getting there pretty early, but that meant we got our choice of seats right at mid-field. The temperature dropped, and we started freezing, but luckily the rain stayed away. I resorted to buying a fleece jacket, which was luckily half price because it was from the year before. Joy just used the shorts I had brought with my swimsuit. :)

First, we saw Argentina get slaughtered by New Zealand. I was loving that they did the haka before the game! Here they are in a scrum.

The second game we saw was Canada vs. South Africa.

We had some fun people sitting by us. One American guy in front of us had no idea what was going on. I knew the gist of the game (which I learned from Lisa, whose brother played for Utah), so tried to impart my limited knowledge. Luckily, the British lady sitting next to me knew the game upside-down. She told us how she'd been going to games since she was seven years old (she's probably in her sixties now) with her dad, and ended up marrying a rugby player. Now they traveled allover to see matches. We also had some tipsy loud boys sitting by us for a bit. They were quite hilarious. I loved the accents. I seriously loved seeing these games. Rugby is so much more interesting to watch than football. They actually play more than they huddle.