And now, for something completely similar

It's here! As of Friday morning be sure to check out www.billkang.com for the definitive Bermuda experience. However, I couldn't resist a separate take on the feeling of the week, with a little less humor and a little more sentimentality. Until next time, I'm off to wear my yellow belt with pride - wish me luck!


Cambridge To West Cliffe and Back Again

You'd think that after three years and the worst hurricane in 50 years, a tiny little island off the coast of the Carolinas would have to have experienced some changes. I'm sure it has, but the only differences I could notice in my week-long getaway to Bermuda were that the Oleander bikes were better, the funny pedestrian sign on the way to Mid-Ocean was gone, and the parrot at Coral Beach was no longer around to get us in trouble. Of course, as a tourist, there's no way for me to pick up anything but superficial changes like these, but stepping off the plane into that familiar Bermuda weather (partly cloudy with a chance of gorgeous), it seemed like the essential nature of what defines Bermuda for the Kroks - the beautiful scenery, the amazing food, and the gracious hosts and friends - was as constant as ever.