Bermuda Day 4

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Day Four Friday August 28^th Bermuda

 

We headed to the beach today, keeping up our Bermuda tradition of visiting Long Bay Beach at Cambridge Beaches Resort & Spa on the west end. Getting there was easy — a quick 20‑minute ferry from Hamilton to Dockyard, then a five‑mile taxi ride that seemed longer due to traffic on a two-lane road with road‑repair projects.

 

We discovered this beach years ago completely by accident. Back then, we took a bus from Hamilton to Daniel’s Head, expecting postcard perfection. Daniel’s Head is gorgeous — we just happened to arrive at the one sad corner with a broken‑down snack stand that looked like it hadn’t served a sandwich since 1998 Not exactly the image you would see in a Bermuda brochure.

 

So, we did what any determined vacationers would do: we spotted a beautiful coastline in the distance and started wandering. We strolled through quiet little streets for about a mile until we stumbled onto this stunning resort and it’s even more stunning beach. We spent the afternoon swimming, lounging, and having lunch at Breezes restaurant right by the water… only to discover later that the beach belonged to an exclusive resort and technically wasn’t meant for non‑guests. Oops... but in our defense, it was too beautiful not to enjoy.

 

This time we made proper lunch reservations at Breezes restaurant, and yes… we headed straight back to their private beach. It remains hands down the most beautiful beach we’ve ever visited anyplace in the world. The water is stunning turquoise, perfectly calm, warm and you can walk nearly a hundred yards before it even reaches your waist.

 

We spent the whole morning basking in the sun, swimming and floating around then wandered up for lunch overlooking the bay with a frozen margarita in hand.

 

The beach, as always, was perfect—though one thing stood out. I didn’t see a single butler serving drinks to anyone in the water. Years ago, Jay had a drink delivered to him while he was standing knee‑deep water. It was one of those little touches that made the service feel extraordinary. They don’t do that anymore, you gotta walk ten yards to the bar yourself. Devastating right?

 

Back at the hotel, we wandered over to the Wine Down event on the hotel’s pool deck —supposedly a popular event featuring an hour and a half of tasting fabulous wines, but we ended up being the only ones in attendance so we opted out and went in search of dinner.

 

Clarabell’s restaurant is a popular spot in Hamilton that just happens to be right in our hotel. They are famous for their pizza, and we can confirm the reputation is earned. It’s wood-fired and the Bermuda humidity is said to work magic on pizza dough hydrating. It rises airy and stretchy, never dense or chewy. It was delicious and our best meal yet. But let’s be real it could be the humidity, or it could be the fact that we were eating pizza in a bar in Bermuda on vacation. LOL

 

Hamilton is famous for having an endless supply of great local places to eat — with one quirky exception. Bermuda doesn’t allow foreign fast‑food franchises like McDonald’s. The island passed two laws, including the Foreign Restaurants Act of 1977, specifically to preserve Bermuda’s unique character, protect small local eateries, and keep its signature “Old World” charm.

 

There’s one loophole in Bermuda’s “no franchises allowed” rule: the island has one KFC — a lone, survivor that slipped in before the 1977 ban and was grandfathered in and yes, it’s said to be shockingly popular. Locals lovingly refer to it as the forbidden chicken.  Tourists take photos like it’s a landmark.

 

After our pizza we strolled down the block to Harry’s bar and had a cocktail, enjoying one of the best marina views in Hamilton, appreciating the modern, relaxed setting that felt upscale without being formal, exactly our kind of place. Then we made our way back to the hotel, which was a short easy stroll.

 

It turned into one of those easy vacation days where you swim, eat, sip, wander, drink, repeat — because honestly, isn’t that the whole point of being away?

 

So, you are asking about the weather? Let me put it this way: it’s warm, very warm, it’s humid. Even the locals are fanning themselves and comment, “Yeah it’s a bit much.”

 

But one dip in the pool or one cold drink gets you thinking, “Why don’t we live here?”