Martha's Vineyard

So after P-town, we headed down to a small town called Hyannis from which we we visited the island of Martha's Vineyard (the summer vacation island for the Clintons). Because we didn't quite dare to rent the mopeds (i.e. scooters), we took bicycles instead. The guy was sweet enough to recommend us the hybrid bikes which were more energy efficient than regular bikes - one peddle took you a longer distance. Great, we thought. I don't know if I mentioned this, but A and I did try training for this Martha's Vineyard cycle at Pulau Ubin. We almost died after 10 minutes. But given that the terrain for the vineyard was rather flat, and these fantastic energy efficient hybrid bikes, we figured we'd have no problems, no problems at all. WRONG. Those damn fantastic energy efficient hybrid bikes were too bloody tall for us both! (Americans are bloody big!) We ended up with the kiddy mountain bikes (mine even with a wicker basket) and the distance people took one peddle to move, we probably took 5. Without needing too much explanation, you would have figured why we only managed to cycle to one town. By the time we got back on the boat, our butt cheeks were probably 2 inches from each other than we started.


But ass splitting aside, the town was beautiful. White beaches, really blue waters, crisp air. Ah, no wonder the Clintons came here for their vacations. I'm sure even Bill Clinton could relax in this atmosphere.