Residence Inn By Marriott Boston Andover

... a gingerbread house. I will have to add these pics when I get access to remove them from the camera.......It took something like 70 pounds of sugar to make it.

After lunch we headed home and started to pack for the departure.
Everyone was a little tired and at one point I was the only one awake looking at booking accommodation in Boston for tonight.
On the couch was Andy, Krista, Linda and Cole (Dog). I'm not sure who was the loudest snoring at one point, but it kept me ...

Our last days in New York were spent manically trying to squeeze in everything that we had missed during the week. We caught the Staten Island Ferry and got some good shots of the Statue of Liberty, went walking down Fifth Avenue to see if we could find the things we needed in the shops and we took a stroll through beautiful Central Park. We went out local on Friday then out to the city on Saturday, both were highly enjoyable in different ways, but hung out with ...

... all the attendant cords, chargers and transformers as well as a US cell phone and a NZ cell phone. Our electronic paraphernalia takes up most of one carry on bag! I have a few more things to "pick up" before we leave. We are almost ready. Keep your eye on this blog for weekly updates on our travels.

... before driving around the tiny narrow streets full of colourful houses.  This area of New England is very proud of the past and a large number of houses have plaques which name whom the house was built for originally and in what year.  Makes for fascinating reading and just adds to the history of the area.  Marble Head is very cool and I think we liked it better than Salem probably because of the maritime sea faring feeling.

Andover, Massachusetts, United States brentandjo

... all my garbage on me instead of dumping it in a recycling bin, kinda really bothered me. It's nice to be 'good' because you want to; because you have to, unsettles me. Mostly because you feel like there's a limit on what you can express while outside and it's more important to fit in with the group than let out your irritation. Suffice to say, there was quite a bit of mumbling under my breath and deep breaths taken, especially in the tourist packed areas. I have to thank many of ...

... of womens phonenumbers from encounters on boats and buses. And it can be a bit hard to tell them you are not interested. The beaches and food were excellent most of the time. I stayed in a small fishing village for two days, where I had a small beach with shallow turquoase water only to myself (and a few mating  little crabs who did not have any shame). Unfortunately, no pics from that beach. So after I got most of my stuff back I made it to New York. No hassle and no waiting at ...

... a fool of myself, but I'm not in the mood to get robbed. So I went to the cute little street and found a book store with a restaurant in it and got my first real meal. In DC there weren't any cheap places near the hostel, so I mostly ate fast food (yuck) and overly priced gross tasting food at the tourist spots (double yuck), so I was very excited to have a real meal. I went way way over my budget today (for anyone who is ...

... I suppose, anyway.

So
my time in Cape Town was essentially spent shopping and doing the
things One Must Do; going to Table Mountin, seeing the Waterfront, the
National Gallery, and wine tour in Stellenboch (about 45 minutes from
Cape Town). We did the wine tour yesterday which was the most fun,
because South Africa is known for their pinotage, a hybrid grape of the
pinot noir and cinsault, and chenin blanc. We went to five wineries,
and since none ...

... Barker, DJ, Danny, Aviel, Reid, Erin, Steve, and probably anyone we meet during the trip! They're serving drinks right now, various waters (who knew you'd be given a choice of so many? Which do you choose? Aren't they all the same?), wine, and of course beer and hard alcohol. I politely asked the "gentleman" behind me if it was okay if I put my seat back, he decided to respond with a rude sounding, "No. Do not. It's not okay."...ummmm BIG douche bag. Kelly ...

... Back Bay (ah, history). Rain is dripping, just a bit, I'm in a neighborhood of homes, quiet narrow streets, brick buildings six or seven stories high, bay windows jutting out (so this is where they got their name?), black shuttered with a black-iron fence out front, pure charm is in the air and all around, the sidewalks brick, lamppost beside each gate, so many trees, all turning gold. Here's someone coming out their door, jogs down the hill, for lunch? I follow right ...