Congratulations, barked the man at passport control. ‘You’re here in time for happy hour.’
Standing under a portrait of a young Queen Elizabeth while having my passport stamped, I wasn’t quite ready for a rum swizzle.
But our taxi driver had the same idea. ‘Friday night is party night in Bermuda,’ he said. Sadly, we just missed the end of happy hour, but got the point.
Colourful houses front the Bermuda shoreline, where Camilla explored ahead of the 35th America’s Cup sailing contest in May – the most prestigious in the world
In the capital, Hamilton, the bars were percolating nicely, while in the 1609 bar at the Hamilton Princess, the Marina Nights sundowner party was well under way.
We might have missed happy hour, but in Bermuda there’s never an excuse to decline a rum cocktail.
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