Laying there with the warm afternoon sun hitting me and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore, I did not want to open an eye. It is very easy to become lazy in Bermuda. I could spend hours staring out at the turquoise water, pink sands, lava rock formations, and bright blue skies. But it was our last full day on the island and I wanted an adventure! So, we peeled ourselves off of our beach chairs and were off!
Okay, I’ll admit it, I’m slightly obsessed with caves! I’m not sure why, maybe it’s the mystery that they hold. A deep dark location that not many others have explored. Maybe it’s the not knowing what is around the next bend that excites me. Whatever the reason I love to find caves to explore, so when I saw that there were some in Bermuda I was ready to go!
My husband and I hoped in a taxi and took it to Tom Moore’s Jungle. The jungle was right on the water, a quiet harbor view. We began to follow a well maintained path into the woods passing just a few people, a man walking his dog and another couple enjoying the warm late afternoon. Soon we came to a small pool of blue water framed by rocks and crevices on one side. I’m guessing this was Blue Hole. It was a beautiful and peaceful area. We spent some time here looking at fish in the crystal clear waters and then were on our way. There were caves to discover!
Back on the main path we soon spotted a barely visible trail heading off to the right deep into the thick undergrowth. My husband thought that it may just be a herd path but I was pretty sure that this was it, our route to a cave. We started on the path and were soon ducking low to avoid the tangle of vines and tree branches that were overhead. The vegetation quickly enclosed us and we could not see more than 10 feet in front or behind us. Branches scraped at our legs and arms and thick fronds hit our faces, yet we continued. A few times we made a wrong turn, losing the near invisible path. Finally we came to a pile of rocks that seemed to lead down a steep hill. We peered over the mound and there it was, our hidden cave!
We left our bags on top of the rocks and carefully picked our way down the sharp jagged lava rocks. One slip here would result in some major cuts and scrapes! The vegetation still grew thick, blocking most of our view. After a few minutes of making our way down we arrived at the cave’s opening. We peered in through the murkiness and were greeted with a gorgeous view. It was a grotto! Bright blue water filled the cave and stalactites and stalagmites clung to the walls. A beam of sunlight pierced the darkness and made it’s way into the cave. The water was so clear that we had to throw a rock into the water to see where it began. It was deep!
“We’ve got to swim here!”, my husband cried. I agreed. How often do you get to swim in a grotto filled with crystal clear water deep in the jungles of an island? We slipped into the warm water and swam towards the other side. My husband reached it first and exclaimed how cold the water was there. We looked down and saw that it was deep here, too deep to see the bottom. The water here was coming from deep inside the earth! I got out of the water, but my husband decided to swim further into the cave. This required swimming underwater through a short tunnel of stalactites and stalagmites right over the cold water coming from the depths. This freaked me out a bit, so I passed. My husband made it without issue and went on to explore the other side of the cave.
I grabbed my camera and began taking pictures. The site was truly magical. The sun was beginning to set and tree frogs began to peep all around us providing a soundtrack to our adventure. I looked up and all I could see was the thick canopy of the jungle. We were truly alone, hidden from the outside world.
All too soon it was time to leave. We climbed the steep rocks out of the cave and fought our way back through the tangle of undergrowth until we reached the main path. We explored a few more caves, but none lived up to our first cave. The sun was setting quickly so we made our way back to the entrance to catch a cab back to our hotel. We hopped in tired and happy and turned toward the ocean just in time to see the bright orange sun dip into the water. A magical ending to a magical adventure! Bermuda was now deep in our souls!