Friday Happy Hour

Each Friday, scores of people descend upon the bars of Hamilton for happy hour. During the summer months, The Fairmont Hamilton Princess hotel hosts its own on its grounds beside the water. They sell drink tickets a la beer tent style, and you can trade them in for your beverage of choice. It's quite pleasant being beside the water, but I have to admit, the heat can be a bit much.

The Lemon Tree café beside Par-La-Ville park hosts another summer happy hour for the season. This can be a nice alternative to the blasting heat of the Princess, and is also open later. 

One thing I find funny about a Friday night out here is that no one stays in one place for very long. It usually turns into a bar hop to at least 3 or more establishments. For example, last Friday was the Princess, Lemon Tree,  then Pickled Onion to dance to the band that plays cover songs accompanied by an iPod (I'm ashamed to admit that they're pretty good). At this point my roommate and I decided that this was enough, but everyone else headed off to Café Cairo (a bit of a crowded meat-market in my opinion) and probably ended up at The Beach – reserved for that special time of the night when you're not going for class or atmosphere anymore.

These photos were taken at the Hamilton Princess

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Road Rash

I was on my way home last Friday evening, riding behind a friend. We were on Point Finger road, and I got the to the part where there is a 90 degree bend in the road. I slowed down, but it unfortunately wasn't quite enough. This put me too close to the edge of the road so I clipped a low wall and the bike and I fell. I don't remember the fine details because it happened so fast. However, before I knew it, I was on the road and the bike was on my foot.

My friend saw it and stopped, as did a few other people. They lifted the bike up and had me sit in the road while they made sure I was OK. My foot and elbow were quite scraped up (this is known as road rash), and my foot was swelling. I think someone called an ambulance, but as it happens, I was sitting almost right beside the hospital. One of the men who stopped gave me a ride to ER.

The wait time was not too bad, and I was called to wait on the other side for a doctor. To make a long story short, nothing was broken, I was given some painkillers and then the nurse cleaned and dressed it, then I took a cab home.

Next day, my roommate and I took her scooter back to where my bike had been left to see it's condition. Aside from some bad scratches and a cracked foot plate, it's fine. I'm at least still able to ride it (although I'm taking things much slower now).

The worst of it all is my foot which hurts like crazy. It's insane! Sunday was the worst of it, couldn't walk on it, so we watched movies - back-to-back, all day. I finally gave in and took the prescribed pain killers – I'd read they were really addictive and so was avoiding taking them (after all the hype, I really don't know why they would be as they don't do anything that exciting except keep me from sleeping).

All the Bermudians have been telling me that if I could bare it, the best thing to do is to put the wounds in the salt water to dry them out. Tonight I went to a place away from the sandy beaches and took their advice. Yes, it hurt, but I figured no pain, no gain. I saw some fish while I was there and really hoped that they wouldn't nibble.

Here's a picture showing my toe and one of the fish (top right). I also took one of the rest of the foot but don't know if I should really post it.