The other side of the postcard...hmmm...well, the other side of the postcard depicts one's personality as much as the picture perfect place on the front I suppose. Whether you want to thrive on it, or ignore it, Bermuda has all the drama of the best made for tv realities. There are both shining examples of social unity and glaring examples of racial discord. You will encounter quaint ladies in hats on the way to a sunday service, or minutes later see an uncouth foul mouthed person spewing venom at another person. You see, despite the marketing that all tourist destinations strive for, Bermuda is much the same as many other places. It is just smaller, with a few different rules. Some of the rules make life easier for some of the people, some of the time. The rules are not designed to create an equitable playing field for any player in the game, but to provide advantage to the home team. Some people are bothered by that. I figure if you don't like the rules, choose a different game. The size of the island makes everything appear more prevalent. Many tourists leave thinking that Bermuda has some of the nicest people on earth. A few leave with the opposite experience. I really have met some of the nicest people while in Bermuda. I have also seen the craziest political shenanigans. Sometimes I forget that I am watching the news and not an episode of Jerry Springer Shipwrecked. The experience of Bermuda is mostly what you make it...but the beauty is striking. The back of my postcard would simply say "Having a lovely time -- many stories to tell when I return. Wish you were here xo"