St George and the Airport Shuttle

Despite the relentless sun with its blazing heat still beating down upon my head, I'm already in an autumnal frame of mind. There ought to be apple cider instead of lemonade, I feel, and brown leaves rather than green and thunder showers should be replaced by driving rain ... which is a bit of a problem since I'm leaving for the pink beaches of Bermuda on Thursday morning and probably won't enjoy myself now. I've briefly considered changing the booking to Malmo or Bucharest at the last minute, but alas my wife does not approve, so tropical island vacation here I come.
According to our hotel's website, they provide a complimentary shuttle from the airport that merely requires booking with the concierge a day before your arrival. But, as I discovered, information about this service should also be included in the phantom stagecoach section of "Myths and Legends of Old Bermuda."
The concierge was very vague when I spoke to him over the phone. Yes, he had once heard tell of such a thing when sitting around a camp fire late at night, but nobody had actually ever seen the shuttle service.
But it has its own pop-up window on your website's homepage, I explained.
Some guests have regaled TripAdvisor with weird tales of a minibus and strange comings and goings, he replied dismissively, but it's best to ignore the ravings of jet-lagged lunatics. These crazy tourists also claim to have witnessed instant room upgrades and free WiFi, he added, but no-one in their right mind believes such superstitious nonsense.
So apparently the Bermuda Triangle has moved inland and our hotel's complimentary shuttle service from the airport is lost within its misty, isoscelesian confines. I imagine that the concierge is just afraid to admit this disturbing fact to his guests, since such paranormal activity might scare the golfers and honeymooners off. But I don't mind. The mistier and creepier the better as far as I'm concerned. Bring on the fog. It will suit my browning mood much better than cyan skies, blue seas and and pink sand.

Comments

[Giric]

So tell us Fez. How did you get to your hotel? Inquiring minds want to know. One wonders how far it is to walk?
Have you ever tried the Honolulu airport?! You will always come off your flight at the farthest point possible from you connecting flight to another Island and be made to wander in utter bewilderment as to which shuttle you should get on. On return you will be left to stare through the windows of the air-conditioned airport, while standing in the hot sun outside while the lazy oafs inside decide when they will open the doors for the passengers of the morning flights. If that isn't enough the people then crowd all around the counters blocking the only access to the chairs so that you get to stand for two hours before embarking.
Honolulu does not practice Aloha. It is one of the rudest places I have experienced in my travels and I wish they would put in a direct flight to Hilo so that I could avoid it altogether.

[Giric]

By the way, while you sip your mai-tai's and dabble you feet in the soft sand you can think of me peeling pears and sweating over a hot canner, that ought to make you feel better about that danged shuttle service.
Happy travels

[Mia Wolff]

browned man on the pink sand
brain melt

[Anne]

The brain slows in the 9th decade. I lingered a while over "isoscelesian confines". But eventually, slowly, it came to me. All this, nicely done. I think I might like Bermuda.

Have fun and write more.

[american fez]

How did we get to the hotel? Taxi cab.

[Giric]

Well I know that wasn't free, but I hope the pink sand and beautiful views of the ocean, made it worth it.

[Airport Bus]

The airport shuttle service is better compared in the US. But still a bit expensive, which is okay.

[Louboutin Outlet]

of course, but it's Christian Louboutin Jenny 100mm Silver clear that we often take them for granted.