Took the ferry up to Dockyard this afternoon. We left St. George's at 4pm and arrived Dockyard 4.40pm, which gave us 50 minutes to wander about before catching the 5.30pm ferry to Hamilton and then the 6.15pm bus back to St. George's.
Sadly, the 5.30pm ferry never showed up. Presumably because - silly us - we had assumed that the ferries were running on the "Sundays and public holidays" schedule (when there was a 5.30pm ferry) instead of the "Monday-Friday" schedule (when there was not). Since the next ferry on the latter schedule wasn't due until 6.30pm, we had to get the bus to Hamilton instead. And since it wouldn't have got us there in time to get the 6.15pm bus, and we needed to get Aidan home for dinner and bed, we had to call granny and pop to come and pick us up from Hamilton instead.
And let's not mention the woman on the bar in Snorkel Park. Actually, no, let's. She saw us waiting to be served, but chose to carry on chatting with her mate for several minutes instead. Not until our patience snapped and we moved to stand right in front of her did we get served.
Still, at least she was pleasant enough when she did rouse herself to serve us. Unlike the miserable sod serving ice cream at Horseshoe Bay on Saturday whose surly attitude was enough to make you want to hurl the ice cream straight back in his face.
Forget tourism summits. Bermuda needs to get the little stuff like this right if we want to make repeat visitors out of our tourists.
