Bermuda has no highways, and its main roads are perpetually curving lanes just wide enough for one car in each direction. In my four days on Bermuda, I saw one traffic light, and that a temporary at a construction site.
But Bermuda does have a thriving economy–tourism is only number two, behind reinsurance (insurance companies insuring other insurance companies). And that means a lot of people need to get to work each day in the city of Hamilton, which in New Jersey would be considered a town.
So I settled into the back seat of the taxi for a leisurely trip. Until we passed Hamilton on our way to the eastern end of Bermuda, the trip was not only leisurely, it was bumper-to-bumper.
Fortunately, I had my camera with me. Looming vegetation grows thickly right up to the edge of the pavement on most stretches of Bermuda’s roads, with few shoulders and seldom a sidewalk. So the windows of the taxi became a picture frame. Over the next couple days, I’ll play back some of my window gazing.