Bermuda Day Two – Royal Naval Dockyard & Waterlot Inn
Bermuda, Bermuda - Thursday, December 11th, 2014
Our first full day in Bermuda looks very promising. From the balcony of our room at the Southampton Princess I can tell it is going to be a hot one. This is the only day that we don’t have a golf game scheduled so the plan is to take the free ferry from the Waterlot Inn to Hamilton and explore Bermuda’s capitol. I call the front desk to ask what time the first ferry leaves and the response is, “Why do you want to go to Hamilton today, it’s closed?” and so it apparently is on Sundays. Ex Nova Scotia premier John Hamm would approve, I don’t. The lady on the other end of the phone suggests taking the bus to the Royal Naval Dockyard which opens at 10:00. Great idea.
The concierge gives us a map and I buy tokens that are good for the bus and any public ferry services. Total cost to get there and back will be $10.00 as opposed to over $80.00 by cab. That will pay for our admission and buy a nice lunch. There is a huge Christmas tree on the Great Sound side of the hotel and an obliging visitor from France takes this picture of us as we head out for the day.
Looking back from the Christmas tree here is a view of the Great Sound side of the hotel.
It’s a short walk down a steep hill to Middle Road where we pick up the #8 bus that runs between Hamilton and the very western tip of the island at the Royal Naval Dockyard. We sit up front and the bus driver very obligingly gives us in effect a guided tour of the places we pass along the way. Not many people get on and off, but those that do are mostly black and they all seem to know the driver and each other and most give us a friendly nod as they pass by. Its a very interesting twenty minute ride crossing over some very narrow bridges including the world’s reputedly smallest drawbridge connecting Somerest island to the Bermuda proper. I use the word reputedly because the one at Sandford just outside of Yarmouth looks smaller plus it’s a real drawbridge. This one does not open – you just pull out a plank that creates enough space for the mast of a small boat to pass through. Here’s a photo from the internet showing how that works.
By the time we get to the end of the line there is only us and one other passenger and the area is deserted. There is no admission fee to the dockyard proper, but there is to the museum which doesn’t open for another half hour so we head out to the explore the cruise ship wharves.
Traveling by cruise ship is definitely not my thing and being in the same area as thousands of cruise ship passengers even less so, unless like a few years ago in Key West I sat at an outside table, drink in hand and watched as hundreds of embarking passengers lined up like shuffling zombies as they dutifully waited a full hour to get back on board. I could not help but being reminded of scenes of concentration camp victims lining up to be crammed into the trains that would take them to their fate. Poor bastards.
Anyway, there are no cruise ships here today and we walk to both ends of the wharf from where there are great views of the dockyard
and in particular the distinctive clocktower.
Although there are no cruise ships tied up this morning there are a number of huge tugs including this one with about the best name you could give to a tug. I’m sure Theodore could not help but be drawn to this guy.
There was even time for a few artsy shots like these.
The Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda is a must visit if any of the following apply to you – history buff, old fort enthusiast, ordnance man, student of architecture, shipwreck aficionado or just plain like going to new and interesting places. If you want to get an understanding of how a tiny island nation like England managed to amass and maintain the world’s largest empire for centuries, then this is a good place to start. While everyone knows that England did it by control of the seas, the Dockyard complex brings home just how big an enterprise it is to actually accomplish that. Ships are in constant need of repairs, victualing and thousands of ordinary things like barrels, nails, rope and ballast. This is one of the places that Britain did it from and I am glad that it has been preserved, because many others around the world have not been, including the older parts of Halifax dockyard that were removed in WWII.
It is an immense complex and much of it is still in disrepair, but that does not detract from our visit one bit, because what has been restored and is now open is more than sufficient to satisfy a visitor for many hours. Essentially the Dockyard is divided into two parts – the fortified keep which houses the National Museum of Bermuda and the rest of the buildings that have been turned into commercial enterprises aimed squarely at the tourism market and in particular cruise ship visitors, who are blessedly not here this morning.
By now it is 10:00 and the museum is open. The National Museum of Bermuda is the result of a recent rebranding of the Bermuda Maritime Museum to include a wider variety of exhibits and more fully explain Bermuda’s history, although the maritime aspect is still dominant. We cross the dry moat to the entrance and exchange the $12.00 admission fee for a map of the complex.
The museum is located totally inside the keep of the Royal Naval Dockyard and is completely surrounded by what were once heavily fortified defensive walls and bastions. Cannons, mortars and howitzers are still in evidence everywhere. The museum map indicates eleven distinct areas or buildings to visit, but a number are not yet open. After crossing through into a central courtyard there is a great view of the Commissioner’s House above. This would be the equivalent of Admiralty House, one of the few historic buildings still extant in the Halifax Dockyard.
Below it is this statue of King Neptune which invites a picture.
Queen’s Exhibition Hall is a huge building with brick barrel vaulted ceilings that are impressive just as works of architecture, but the exhibits in this building under the title Shipwreck Island explain the history of Bermuda from a place originally shunned because of its treacherous reefs to a place of refuge for colonists and others. There are hundreds of items on display that have been salvaged from the shipwrecks of Bermuda.
Behind the Exibition hall are the Shifting House, which looks like three houses to me and 1852 Ordnance House, both of which are not open yet, but worthy of a picture.
If you see the guy sitting on the left he is watching a little girl ‘swimming with dolphins’ at Dolphin Quest which is a private operation that offers the chance for people, little girls mostly from what I could see, to get up close and personal with bottle-nosed dolphins a.k.a. Flipper. It seems a bit anomalous to have such an outfit inside an historical museum and frankly it looked demeaning to the dolphins.
Another large ordnance building houses a number of exhibits including many types of boats used in Bermudian waters over the years. Some are beautiful works of craftsmanship like this Spirit of Bermuda and I’m not thinking of Gosling’s.
Also in this building is the ultra dull exhibit – History of Electricity in Bermuda – I think we spent 30 seconds there.
In Point Pleasant Park you can find one of the anchors from the Canadian aircraft carrier H.M.S. Bonaventure. It is really big, but this one might be even bigger.
After visiting the lower part of the keep we ascend to the upper level via stairs though an ancient rusted gate to the ramparts where there are great views of the entrance to the Dockyard and Great Sound. A couple of cannons are in really good shape and I ask Alison to take my picture sitting astride one. The result is a shot that Priapus would be envious of.
Trying for something a little more family friendly I go for the Dumb and Dumber approach.
The interior of the Commissioner’s House is interesting, but even more so the various exhibit rooms which are housed on three different levels. Most interesting ones to me are the Slave Trade in Bermuda, the history of the Bermuda yacht race, the connection between Bermuda and the West Indies (did you know Bermudians were the first to settle the Bahamas?), the history of tourism in Bermuda and the Hall of History mural which is two stories high and contains a remarkable depiction of Bermuda’s history. It’s kind of like a Where’s Waldo with hundreds of distinct images and scenes that blend together. Here’s the view of the dockyard from the verandah at the Commissioner’s House.
The last place we visit is the High Cave which is basically a collapsed sinkhole and the exhibit within the nearby magazine, Prisoners in Paradise which depicts the history of POWs on Bermuda starting with the Boers. Most people don’t know that concentration camps were not invented by the Nazis, but rather the British during the Boer War. While I did know that, I had no clue that Boer POWs were sent to Bermuda as were prisoners in both world wars. I also did not know that 27,000 Boer women and children died in those South African concentration camps – a sobering thought on the darker side of the British Empire. On the other hand when the Boers did eventually take control of the South African government they were not exactly paragons of equality or good government and came up with their own version of mistreatment – apartheid.
Leaving the keep portion of the dockyard you pass through the Cooperage which houses a craft market into the Victualling Yard, a large square with the old victual houses on either side. Both have not been restored, but they are decent looking ruins and apparently will be restored in time. From here to and including the clocktower the rest of the buildings have been given over to commercial enterprises that are aimed squarely at the cruise ship market. Although some of the goods on offer are decent, prices are high and it doesn’t do anything for me. However, if that’s what it took to preserve the beautiful clocktower building, so be it.
By now its time for lunch and we decide to try the Pastry Shop which sits just outside the Victualling Yard. Alison has a Thai shrimp salad on a croissant which she says is better than any she had in Paris last year. My tuna melt panini is pretty good as well. While we are waiting for our food a cock fight breaks out just behind the restaurant wall and a beleaguered hen, apparently the reason for the fight, flops up on top of one of the umbrellas over the table. While humans can ban cock fighting they can’t stop the cocks from engaging in it of their own free will. Here is one of the participants.
What happens next is one of those embarrassing moments of stupidity on my part that would make you think I had never been outside a cabbage patch, but in the interests of full disclosure and journalistic integrity must be related. The original plan was to catch the ferry from the dockyard to Hamilton and then the ferry from the Hamilton Princess to the Waterlot Inn which would put us right back to where we caught the bus. That way we get two trips across Great Sound for the price of one bus ticket. The only problem is that I don’t bother to look at the map of the dockyard which clearly shows the point from whence the ferry comes and goes every half hour. I’m a man and so can’t ask for directions. Therefore we head out walking along the waterfront – no way we can miss the ferry terminal right? After walking for about a mile though the industrial part of the island, well away by now from the dockyard and finally over the little bridge that connects the two parts of Ireland Island I have to concede that we missed it, so we hop on the bus instead. Sitting on the bus I get out the dockyard map and discover that the ferry left not 50 yards from the Pastry Shop. In other words, by the time I started looking for it we were already passed it. Doh!
Back at the hotel I am pleasantly surprised to find that the Vikings game is on TV and even more pleasantly surprised when they beat the Jets in overtime.
We have reservations at the Waterlot Inn, a place I’ve wanted to get to since my first visit to Bermuda. How often do you get a chance to dine at a restaurant in the New World that dates back to 1670? They must be doing something right to stay in business that long and from the various reviews I’ve read it is one of if not the best restaurant in Bermuda. It’s also one of if not the most expensive restaurant in Bermuda, so this is a splurge meal.
The shuttle bus takes us down to the Inn which is one of those places that doesn’t really have a sign telling you ‘This is the place’. The entrance is down a flight of stairs surrounded by bougainvillea and this sign is the only way you know you are in the right spot.
To make a long story short, the meal is splendid in every respect. Our table is in a prime location and our server is a Slovakian lady who after leaving Slovakia headed to Canada and after a winter in Edmonton came to her senses and came to Bermuda. The specialty of the Waterlot is beef and we opt to go with a traditional meal that might have been served here fifty years ago – martini and glass of prosecco, caesar salad prepared at the table, a filet mignon with Bearnaise sauce for Alison and a tasting trio of rib-eye, filet mignon and waygu striploin for me, followed by bananas Foster again prepared at the table. The steaks are accompanied by a Catena malbec which is a perfect match. Alison and I both agree the caesar salad is among the best we have ever had and while the filet was good, even great it paled in comparison to the rib-eye and striploin which are off the charts – the fat content accounting for the difference. The dessert is a great indulgence and just plain fun. A perfect meal and worth the price, but it’s not over yet.
As we head up to the large entry area where there is a fire blazing we notice a group of people sitting or standing around and are advised by a very gracious host that there has been ‘an incident’ not far outside, the road is blocked and we need to stay inside. We are offered free drinks so I get a gin and tonic and sit in a comfortable chair without a care in the world.
As we wait and listen it turns out that the incident involves the shooting of one of Bermuda’s most notorious criminals Prince Edness, in his car by two men on motorcycles who then shot at a police car and are currently being pursed in the immediate area. Wow, that’s not very Bermudian! Sounds more like Jamaica. In fairness, this is an extremely rare event here and it’s just our luck to sort of get caught up in it.
Everyone remains calm and chatty and after about an hour we are led out to a shuttle bus and taken back to the hotel with police lights flashing all around. What a hell of an interesting way to end a great day.
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