Okay, so here’s a bit of advice for all you gentlemen out there. DON’T expect your wife to enjoy a 24 mile intense bike ride when you’re on a tropical island. Trust me…that is NOT the reason that she’s there with you.
She would much rather be sunbathing on the beach. All of those facts notwithstanding, I think our ride, though a little excessive, allowed us to see more of Bermuda than we would have through any other means.
We awoke at 8AM (8AM…really Ash?) as we had to get to the beach to start enjoying ourselves as quickly as possible.
The view from our villa was amazing in the morning sun!
I like to shower, shave, make some tea or coffee and ease my way into the day whenever I’m afforded the luxury. Another point of compromise – she let me shower and shave but I was rushed to the beach with the promise of breakfast and coffee on the beach.
I’ve never been a big fan of eating on the beach (I hate it when sand gets all over everything) but in the interest of compromise, we ordered our food from the restaurant overlooking the beach and brought it down to our beach chairs. The menu consisted of hot tea, egg whites, some grapefruit and rye toast. I added a little ham to mine for an awesome egg sandwich.
After a few hours on the beach, we decided that it was time to explore the island. So far, Ash has been a little freaked out by the prospect of letting me loose on a moped, so we opted for bicycles.
On went our helmets and away we went. Just a little tid bit for those of you who have never been to Bermuda: IT IS HILLY. It was also 1:30 and we hadn’t had lunch so our goal was to head straight to Henry VIII restaurant for a nice fish sandwich.
We passed some amazing coves along the way and the views from the road were fantastic.
It was a little further than we hoped but after 45 minutes, we made it and, despite the fact that the restaurant was empty, were pleasantly surprised by the quality of the food. Ash and I split a bowl of the famous Bermudian fish chowder and we both had the grouper sandwich. The tarter sauce tasted home made and we could definitely taste the British influence in the cooking.
Our trek continued and we decided that we’d ride all the way to the old British Royal Navy Dockyard.
We didn’t know exactly how far it was but we figured that it would be the best way to see the whole west side of the island. After we got home, we found out that it was 13.4 miles which would have been a great distance had we not decided upon the next leg of our journey.
We took the ferry from the Navy Dockyard to Hamilton where we continued our ride.
The ride around Hamilton to the north side of the island was great until we found ourselves in rush hour traffic which was DEFINITELY not fun. Bermuda is a British Crown Colony and follows British traffic law including driving on the left side of the road, using language such as “give way” rather than yield, and having roundabouts instead of intersections. The latter was what caused the real stress as trying to maneuver the busiest round-about on the island during rush hour whilst simultaneously trying to figure out how to get back to the resort created a little friction between us. To add insult to injury, we got lost (or I got us lost) and added an additional 3 miles to our ride at the worst possible moment. The 11 miles that we did after the ferry ride put us at almost 24.5 miles for the day.
All Ashley wanted after the long ride was some yoga time in our villa.
I don’t think my bride liked me very much after this trek.
Within minutes, we rushed to the bar at the beach for some rum and soda (that was my order) and a vodka-loda (Ash isn’t very fond of rum so the made a pina colada with vodka instead of rum). 
We swam, laid out on the beach and finished our drinks before heading back to the room to shower and change for the evening. 
We ate dinner here at the resort’s restaurant, Sea Breeze. It is a highly recommended sushi and tapas restaurant.
The local Wahoo sashimi was definitely the hit of the evening and the champagne washed it down perfectly.
We went to bed with dreams of scuba diving and coral reefs.
In our private room, this particular spa (I’m not very experienced but Ashley said that it was the nicest she’d ever seen) had, a sauna, a steam room, a tub that was filled with oils and salts when we arrived, and a day bed just for “hanging out”. 
Those thirty minutes were pretty awesome. After that, the pain began. All joking aside, the 80 minutes were filled with “good” pain which worked the knots out of our muscles that we didn’t even know we had. Some of these knots have probably been a part of me for at least five years and by the end we both were in a state of euphoria. It was the perfect way to start our vacation. 
Ashley joined me for a 1/2 mile swim before deciding that her place was on the lounge chair. 
