Bermuda: Day 3 - The Sunburn Begins

After breakfast, Carrie and I moped-ed in to Flatt's Village to the Bermuda Zoo, Museum and Aquarium. We parked across the street and headed over to start the adventure.

Flatt's Village

The entrance lead into the aquarium. The hallway was full of tanks of different atlantic fish found around Bermuda and/or the Caribbean. 

Carrie became very hungry when she saw the lobsters.

More rain was predicted, so we decided to move along and try the outdoor exhibits first. Carrie made friends with the peacock wandering about.

The rain caught us fairly quickly, though. We took shelter in a tunnel of the Madagascar exhibit.

Carrie hung out with the boa.

A Canadian family braved the drizzle while we were in shelter. Their passage helped me spur Carrie to move to our next bit of shelter.

After I read everything in the room (and Carrie had a power nap) we ran to the museum. Carrie immediately started to play "Look what Shane would like!"

Across from the museum was a hands-on but indoors exhibit. I held an urchin.

Carrie grabbed a sea pudding.

We learned that the weird mollusks we found at the beach on Day 2 were called suckrocks. Yes, there was a more scientific name. No, I don't care. Suckrock, suckrock, suckrock. The name is accurate and funny.

The rain was gone when we left the building. Carrie became the official animal ambassador. She greeted the wallaby.

She would have greeted the giant tortoises. They smelled to high heaven.

Carrie made great friends with the tree kangaroo. She spotted him pulling grass shoots through the cage and decided to help. If there wasn't a barrier I'd probably be stuck with a new pet.

The canopied room held sleeping bats...

..., and a pair of sleeping owls. Shane was not around and we saw owls everywhere. God loves irony.

Carrie's eagle eyes spotted lemurs running along the netting separating their enclosure from the one we were in.

On the way out, we caught the scent of a binturong. They really do smell like popcorn.

There were signs everywhere that said, "Don't touch the animals."

We didn't, but Carrie was clearly open to saying "Hi" if the animals offered.

I took pictures and read whatever I could.

We returned to the aquarium on our way out.

On the way home, we went to a supermarket for lunch.

I like to visit the non-tourist/normal places. I want to know what life is like for the locals. What would life be like if we lived there?

Our next stop was a return to Fort St. Catherine. This time, they were open. The fort has a small museum up top. Then you can descend into the tunnels below.

When the fort was operational soldiers operated by dim candlelight in the tunnels. They also had to change their clothes and remove all metal for fear of a spark near the gunpowder.

Times have changed.

There were some neat factoids hanging up all through the fort. It made me want to read through the Sharpe books again.

Fort St. Catherine is not a big place, but it was a fun stop for a history buff.

Carrie asked me to stop when the history buff took a backseat to the impulsive inner child. It's hard to see, but I found an unmanned cart that rolled very smoothly!

Carrie and I moved on to inspect the batteries.

Wait a minute....the Bofors was a placeholder while a period gun was being restored. I think that it may have been installed during WW2.

Carrie and I went home for dinner. We'd bought supplies at a grocery store in Hamilton the day before.

After eating, we went swimming.

There was a beach a short drive from the cottage on St. David's. We found something moving in the water. It looked like a snake. The local who shared the beach with us said Bermuda did not have snakes. Maybe it was an eel? It moved away when I inched closer to investigate.

Darkness was approaching, so we headed home shortly thereafter.

Top Gun was on. Carrie played "Danger Zone" in her head whenever we hopped on the moped, so it was the perfect movie to end the night on!