Leaving Bermuda

Underwater love

After a long time on the road and many compromises of comfort, a precious fortnight in Bermuda has been a breath of fresh air. Fresh, clean, luxurious air.

Instead of flea ridden hostels we had 300 thread count sheets, instead of egg fried rice we had medium rare NY strip steak, and instead of cramped midnight bus rides we enjoyed pleasantly tilting afternoon sailing. All together the most sophisticated way possible of easing ourselves into the upcoming end of our trip.


Sunset sailing

In the hospitable embrace of Mere's family, we caught up with the long lost humidity, sunshine and salty breeze of our former home country. After a few days of helping to clean coolers and pierce lawns with tiki torches, we attended the much anticipated wedding celebrations of Charlotte and Andrew, along with 150 other dressed up well wishers, including many from abroad.

First, two days before the actual wedding, a delightfully intoxicated rehearsal dinner. Then, in the exquisitely presented palm garden of Old Walls, between the delectable looking bridesmaids and a row of highly perspiring groomsmen, the beloved couple held a lovely ceremony.

Everything happened the way it was meant to be. The string quartet didn't miss a note. The guests laughed in all the right places. And the sun peeked through the clouds just in time for the big moment.


Pink

The evening wore on with the customary wedding traditions - great speeches, a gut-busting roast beef buffet and, much later, a glowing bride doing the worm across the dance floor, in full wedding attire. There were tears of laughter and tears of joy.

Beautiful women accompanied handsome men, as dozens of waiters, photographers and DJ's expertly facilitated one hell of a party; one that had been no less than a decade in the making. To their many happy years ahead, congratulations to Charlotte and Andrew.


The worm

We hugged our friends and family goodbye, and headed once more to the airport, this time going home.

Next, the final leg of our journey.

Sweden, here we come.


Somerset sunset