s I travelled from Surfers Paradise to Burleigh Heads, a random conversation with a fellow bus passenger perfectly encapsulated Bermuda’s showing at the Commonwealth Games.
With the empty seat next to me one of only a few still available, the middle-aged woman, dressed from head to toe in green and gold, plonked herself down and immediately struck up conversation.
She had spotted the laminated accreditation swinging from my neck and wanted to know exactly what my business was on the Gold Coast.
I explained that I was a journalist, reporting on the fortunes of Bermuda’s athletes, but before I could tell her all about Flora Duffy’s golden moment, tell her all about the mixed triathlon relay team’s stunning display, she interrupted me.
“Ah, Bermuda,” she exclaimed. “They’ve done really well haven’t they?”