Bermuda, Bumper-to-Bumper

Believe it or not, there is rush hour in Bermuda. I was there last week to report a story for our sister publication, Park Place. On Wednesday morning, I set out in a taxi to check out a golf course (tough job, I know), and the driver told me it could take awhile...

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.

 

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