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This is my last day in Bermuda.
I am fashionably sporting what I call the moped-tan. I'm tan all over but my arms below the colorful polo shirtsleeves are black. I fucking loved that moped.
I didn't get arrested, but I had a bit of a run-in with immigration when I got here. I should've made up an address of where I was staying, but like an idiot, I forgot, and then was questioned about where I was staying, with whom for how long. I made up a name of someone I was staying with and where we were meeting up, he calls that restaurant, makes me find some phone number of some girl that doesn't exist. And before he throws me on a plane to go back to New York (oh yeah, I know what to do next time) I say I don't want to cause any problem, I'll book a cheap hotel for the first night, and then meet up with the girl. He lets me go after booking a hotel (at the very friendly Brightside Apartments). The second night I do sleep on the beach and while it was unbelievably beautiful, it was fucking freezing and I was almost eaten alive by ants. The third night I go back to the Brightside Apartments, and the past two days I had been on my moped, so I felt the freedom that perhaps was the reason I came, so I didn't mind shelling out another hundred bones. I loved Bermuda despite Bermuda. It is very pretty. But kinda boring. I don't dig sight-seeing tours, so I made my own. And the beach. It was totally worth it. I'm in St. George right now, about to hitch to the airport to come back to New York. And tomorrow morning at eight a.m. I get to wait tables again. Perhaps reciting the orders won't be like pulling teeth for a while. Goodbye and good luck.
I am fashionably sporting what I call the moped-tan. I'm tan all over but my arms below the colorful polo shirtsleeves are black. I fucking loved that moped.
I didn't get arrested, but I had a bit of a run-in with immigration when I got here. I should've made up an address of where I was staying, but like an idiot, I forgot, and then was questioned about where I was staying, with whom for how long. I made up a name of someone I was staying with and where we were meeting up, he calls that restaurant, makes me find some phone number of some girl that doesn't exist. And before he throws me on a plane to go back to New York (oh yeah, I know what to do next time) I say I don't want to cause any problem, I'll book a cheap hotel for the first night, and then meet up with the girl. He lets me go after booking a hotel (at the very friendly Brightside Apartments). The second night I do sleep on the beach and while it was unbelievably beautiful, it was fucking freezing and I was almost eaten alive by ants. The third night I go back to the Brightside Apartments, and the past two days I had been on my moped, so I felt the freedom that perhaps was the reason I came, so I didn't mind shelling out another hundred bones. I loved Bermuda despite Bermuda. It is very pretty. But kinda boring. I don't dig sight-seeing tours, so I made my own. And the beach. It was totally worth it. I'm in St. George right now, about to hitch to the airport to come back to New York. And tomorrow morning at eight a.m. I get to wait tables again. Perhaps reciting the orders won't be like pulling teeth for a while. Goodbye and good luck.