Friday, February 15, 2013

Bermuda: The Happy Island


So during these dull, dreary, cold months, I decided I would write a post on some of the sunniest, and warmest places on Earth, starting with Bermuda.
Bermuda was a pretty nice place to be, with the great weather and the nice people, eerily nice people. The island was RIDICULOUSLY small however. It took us only a couple of hours to drive from one side of the island to the other.

The beaches were incredible, particuarly Horeshoe Bay with its infamous pink sands. My sister and I love big waves and these waves were incredible.

There is not much to do in Bermuda, so staying for a long period of time, even 10 days, may become tedious, unless you like sitting in the sun all day, every day.
We also visited Crystal Cave, which was pretty fascinating. I don't know why I find caves and caverns so fascinating but I do. I swear I've been to the crystal caverns up in Tennessee about 30 times.
 
Around our last couple of days, my dad, sister and I decided to go jetskiing. It wasn't my first time going jetskiing but that day on the END of the jetski, I thought I was going to die. The waves were choppy so every jump I would literally be floating in the air for what seemed like ages clinging on to my ridiculously underweight sister, who usually blows away just standing in wind. Other than feelings of impending doom, and my ultimate demise, it was a lot of fun.
So while Bermuda doesn't offer a lot what it does offer is pretty fun and even if you don't like going to caverns or water sports, you can always get sun burnt on their pink beaches.
 

Saturday, February 9, 2013

A Passion that Burns with a Fire: My Hatred of Flying



As a first post I can think of no better topic to write about then my vehement dislike for airplanes. I can't stand the smell, the seats, kicking children and those toilets. I am deathly afraid of those toilets.
Since my first trips, I either  have had to wake up ungodly time in the morning (No one should be up at 5:30, especially not a young Riya) or stay up really late at night to take an overnight flight. To add to the "I hate airplane" list, Newark Airport is one of the most unpleasant places on the planet,especially the Security Checklist. BUT WAIT. THERE'S MORE. Then you board the airplane, and while I have plenty of great airplane stories, from kicking Italian boys to crazy grandmothers, I'll save that for another post.


I blame genetics that I have vomited on possibly every long distance trip I have ever taken. Once I vomited all over the man sitting next to me on a bus at Heathrow Airport. It was the lowest point in 10 year old Riya's life( and also probably that man's). To this day I can never eat lasagna without puking my guts out, thanks to a flight to India where I vomited up a crazy amount of Italian food.