We didn’t have great weather when we flew to Bermuda, but at least we were able to land — several of our friends on other flights were not so lucky. It was mostly cloudy the day we flew to Bermuda (BDA), from Richmond (RIC) via Newark (EWR), but I got some cool shots of the clouds and a few of the land below when the clouds broke. Leaving Bermuda the next week, the weather was nicer and I captured some shots of the island as we turned west back toward the states.
We took off from RIC just after sunrise. Once we were above the clouds, it was hard to believe just how gloomy the weather was on the ground.
Always take the exit row. If you’re not in First Class, these are the best seats on the plane, and you’re guaranteed not to have to sit next to children.
I always think airports look really neat from the sky. I’m not sure which one this is — anyone recognize it? I’m guessing we were somewhere over Delaware or maybe southern New Jersey when I snapped this one:
I think this is the Wilmington, Delaware skyline, but I’m not sure. These were the last shots I took before I had to pack my camera away for landing in Newark. You can tell the weather was just disgusting that day. Anyone recognize the city?
Edit: According to a reader, this is the Philadelphia International Airport, followed by downtown Philly — I should have known I was looking at a hub. (Philly is a US Air hub.)
Here’s a closeup:
The next leg of our flight was EWR to BDA. I know exactly what skyline this is:
Here’s a shot of EWR, a Continental Airlines hub, from above:
My best guess is that I was looking at Long Island and the Hamptons when I snapped this shot. Am I right?
We were over the Atlantic Ocean for the next two hours, which wasn’t much to look at. Though even from five miles up, I could tell it was a choppy day in the water. I knew our landing would be an adventure. Our first view of the island was a wet one:
At this point, I put my camera away and held my breath. It was a shaky approach, and we didn’t land on the first try, but after circling the island for half an hour, we did finally touch down with a few big bumps on the way in. Aside from some of the scariest landings ever, the Bermuda airport is one of my favorites. There’s a big pair of pink Bermuda shorts above the entrance, welcoming visitors and reminding you that you came here to relax.
While you wait in line at customs, there’s live local music. The first time I visited, there was a steel drum band. This time there was a saxophonist. It really relaxes you after a dicey landing, and it relaxes you as you wait in the stressful customs line.
We enjoyed Bermuda for a week, which you can read about in other posts, and then we left. The weather was nicer when we departed, and I was able to get a couple nice shots of the island on our way back to the states. But first, I discovered that there’s a seat I prefer to the exit row, at least on a 737-800. Bulkhead rules! I’m almost six feet tall, with a 34″ inseam, and this is me stretching my legs straight out in front of me on the plane:
Bulkhead seats also mean you get off the plane first, which is a pretty sweet deal, but I guess you’re not here for pictures of my legs. Here’s more of Bermuda from takeoff:
Bye, little islands, I’ll miss you!
These reefs surround the island, and have been responsible for many a shipwreck over the years — probably a large part of the reason the Bermuda Triangle has such a reputation.
Here’s one last shot of the island as we flew away: