~ Bermuda ~
From a sparkling sea distance you could see the limestone roof tops peeking in splashes of hodgepodge ownerships. A large pink coral reef rests lazily on the ocean floor, making the pink sands of the Bermuda beaches a legendary wonder.
We passed some private Island mansions where the exceptionally affluent people purchased the well sought after and rare opportunity to own a piece of this Atlantic dreamland. The inventor of the floppy disc asked for the cruise ships to beep as we go by. The loud beep of the ship obliges.
Nearing the port I could hear the Town Crier who I soon spotted in his English duds announcing from the shore the arrival of the Empress of The Seas. I will save a story of my cruise ship experience for a latter blog, for now I would like to say "Oh the Island!" Did I just mention how sought after by the worlds wealthy this English splendor that was hoisted from the sea is? Can I truly pen the beauty?
Quaint little pastel villages are nestled between narrow (did I say narrow?) roads, and as I walk through the town of Hamilton the tropical smell of the rain-forest is dancing in the air, and during the gentle breeze you catch the heavenly scents.
Hamilton was rich in friendliness, more so than any place I have ever visited.
Their manners where impeccable, and I observed the casual courtesies as something that flowed effortlessly and quite natural.
The store fronts in Hamilton Bermuda's capital nearly all close around 3:00pm or 3:30pm. It makes no difference that a ship of two thousand possible customers may arrive at 3:30pm. In one instance a shop owner closed down to-feed her cat. Yep, that's how laid back and out of the American rat race they are. All shops are closed on Sunday.
Now for the exquisiteness of the Island tagged the Jewel of the Atlantic. You aren't going to see colossal changes to a culture that has kept it's traditions in tact after all these years. Pastel homes grace the sides of narrow streets with much of the natural rain-forest flowers of red, pink, yellow and white buds peaking through the green foliage bordering in natural arrays untainted and perfectly planted by God.
Charlie and I naturally wanted to explore the Island just a bit before we rested on the pink sand of Horseshoe Bay. The gentle waves felt almost like they were being as courteous to you as the town folks! A crystal clear wave lifts you ever so tenderly and soft ocean breeze choirs with a shore splash. Caves for the curious are housed along the curves of the beach.
What does a Realtor do in Bermuda? Meet a Realtor E. Leroy Douglas with W.J. Seymour Real Estate LTD. who is the father of the Assistant Attorney General of Bermuda of course! The interesting facets of Real Estate was taught to me by a expert Realtor who's welcoming spirit generously lend me time for a crash course. From him I learned that eighty percent of Bermuda property is owned by Bermudians and could only be sold to the Bermudians.
Non Bermudians can only purchase properties from non Bermudian's and pay 22% sales tax. I mentioned how rare the availability is, as well as the financially elite who are gifted with a unique opportunity. In fact to be on this Island for more than 72 hours you may have a brush with the law. You are now considered an illegal.
The caves along Horseshoe Bay
Pictured above is the old Naval Base oh a few hundred years or so that is now the Mall in Bermuda. Don't you love how they maintained the old in lue of building new?
There is so much history and culture to share. An Island like no other, sophisticated yet charming. Friendly, and layed back, yet traditional in so many ways. An Island that will be visited in our memories forever. But for now Charlie and I bid Bermuda farewell as we cruise away to Philadelphia, and back to Reality.
If any one has a client wishing to purchase a piece of Bermuda e-mail E. Leroy Douglas (firstname.lastname@example.org)