I used to tweet and blog about the Staten Island Ferry during my commute. Since purchasing Jet Blue's All You Can Jet Pass, I've become completely consumed by wanderlust. All I sleep, eat, breathe is AYCJ. Well, maybe not eat, unless you count blue potato chips.
To not clutter my Ferry Blog, I started a new blog about my 30 days of travel. you can check this out here: http://www.girlonjetblue.com
September 16, 2009
September 13, 2009
Rum Swizzle and Scooter Warfare part 1
I'm in the Bermuda airport waiting for my flight back to NYC. Thanks to Jet Blue's All You Can Jet for a month pass, I arrived in Bermuda Friday afternoon. I was a little unnerved having to board an airplane in JFK during the first moment of silence on 9/11, but I soon forgot with the excitement of being Bermuda Bound.
On arrival I flew through customs, carrying only a backpack and some dive fins. Once I got out of the airport I did a lot of standing around, being unsure of where to go. Having read a few guidebooks and taking a look at a map, I knew I didn't want to take an expensive taxi, but I didn't see where I could acquire a bus pass. A very nice worker at baggage claim gave me one of his passes, and I took the 30 minute ride to "town".
In town, I decided to go ahead and turn on data roaming for a few minutes ( I'll tell you how much I regret this when I get the bill) so I could check out Google Maps/ GPS and find the ferry.
Yes, that's right. There are few pleasures as simple and exciting as public transportation, and I got to take Bermuda ferries all over town. Once I got off at my ferry stop, I asked everyone where Longford Rd was, so I could find the Guesthouse I was staying at. It was hot outside, and I was dying to ditch the backpack from my tired swamp-back. No one knew where it was, so I took a guess and went left.
After a 10 minute walk, I came across a beautiful pink home right on the water, with the title "Granaway" outside on a plaque (the name of the guesthouse) but all the doors and gates were locked. I shouted out, but got no answer. I reached over the small gate to unlatch it, and let myself down the stairs to a wide open door to a bedroom with a breathtaking view of the ocean. I called out again, "hello!?" before sitting down to rest ny back and pet the cat. After a few minutes I got up to explore. Pictures of happy family members covered the house, and the bed was in the middle of the room. I went over to the desk and looked at the stationary. The name listed on the mail did not match those who owned the guesthouse, so I pet the cat once more, and quickly let myself out. Turns out I needed to take a right at the ferry and walk 10 mins the other way.
After a few mins of rest, I wrabgled up my snorkle gear and started walking the 30 minute hike to the beach. There are hardly any sidewalks in Bermuda and the roads are very narrow. After having several near death experiences with oncoming traffic, I decided that a scooter rental is where it's at. I barely made it to a beautiful and abandoned pink sand beach, when it was getting dark. Walking these roads after dark would be
On arrival I flew through customs, carrying only a backpack and some dive fins. Once I got out of the airport I did a lot of standing around, being unsure of where to go. Having read a few guidebooks and taking a look at a map, I knew I didn't want to take an expensive taxi, but I didn't see where I could acquire a bus pass. A very nice worker at baggage claim gave me one of his passes, and I took the 30 minute ride to "town".
In town, I decided to go ahead and turn on data roaming for a few minutes ( I'll tell you how much I regret this when I get the bill) so I could check out Google Maps/ GPS and find the ferry.
Yes, that's right. There are few pleasures as simple and exciting as public transportation, and I got to take Bermuda ferries all over town. Once I got off at my ferry stop, I asked everyone where Longford Rd was, so I could find the Guesthouse I was staying at. It was hot outside, and I was dying to ditch the backpack from my tired swamp-back. No one knew where it was, so I took a guess and went left.
After a 10 minute walk, I came across a beautiful pink home right on the water, with the title "Granaway" outside on a plaque (the name of the guesthouse) but all the doors and gates were locked. I shouted out, but got no answer. I reached over the small gate to unlatch it, and let myself down the stairs to a wide open door to a bedroom with a breathtaking view of the ocean. I called out again, "hello!?" before sitting down to rest ny back and pet the cat. After a few minutes I got up to explore. Pictures of happy family members covered the house, and the bed was in the middle of the room. I went over to the desk and looked at the stationary. The name listed on the mail did not match those who owned the guesthouse, so I pet the cat once more, and quickly let myself out. Turns out I needed to take a right at the ferry and walk 10 mins the other way.
After a few mins of rest, I wrabgled up my snorkle gear and started walking the 30 minute hike to the beach. There are hardly any sidewalks in Bermuda and the roads are very narrow. After having several near death experiences with oncoming traffic, I decided that a scooter rental is where it's at. I barely made it to a beautiful and abandoned pink sand beach, when it was getting dark. Walking these roads after dark would be
September 07, 2009
Bears Smears
Mobile Blogging from here.
I am alive! Bears don't scare me, but 60 mph winds and sleet storms in a tent sure do the trick. Only have a few mins of Internet access. More to follow.
September 04, 2009
Beers with the Bears
This blog is supposed to be about all things ferry and my commute... and it will be again soon. I've got some exciting adventures coming up over the next month, and I don't feel like creating an entire new blog for them, so enjoy the change of subject.
I'm headed tonight to Montana with my buddy, Alicia. We are driving up to Glacier National Park where we plan to camp in freezing temperatures with the grizzly bears. I'm so excited. And frightened.
I'm headed tonight to Montana with my buddy, Alicia. We are driving up to Glacier National Park where we plan to camp in freezing temperatures with the grizzly bears. I'm so excited. And frightened.
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