The Castle Manor Inn
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- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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... in the stories of "Make Way For Ducklings" and "The Trumpet of the Swan". Each boat is powered solely by only one driver, who pedals the boat like mad (a bit like on a bike). After the ride we walked around the park looking at the various statues and fauna whilst drinking some freshly squeezed lemonade. Yummy!
Next up on the agenda was a Boston trolley tour, a 2 hour tour of the city which took us to all the ...
... style that so expertly blends observation, narrative, humor and unrelenting self-deprecation. Sarcasm, lengthy tangents and politically incorrect statements will pepper my blog posts, along with a steady stream of photos. Yes, Instagram users, you can expect to see albums upon albums of photos that are hot off the Nyika plateau. Christ! And for being a self-absorbed travel blogger with a penchant for enjoying the smell of ...
... clams" , although I'm sure I can improve on the latter. One of the major early industries in "Rock"port was supplying the growing nation with granite and there's a huge quarry at what is now Halibut Pt. State Park. I'd have loved to see how they actually did all that a couple of hundred years ago. We decided to go on to Salem and the catch the ferry into Boston, but we couldn't find ...
... at Wave. Lynne was the most adventurous having local fried Haddock and chips, whilst I had lamb cutlets on a Greek salad. Very enjoyable and reasonable at $63 plus tip. On the way home we saw long queues for Fried Clam & chips, the local speciality in the town of Essex. We stopped at a Mall near our hotel, for Frozen Yoghurt deserts before heading home, tired yet satisfied with our first day in ...
... pics with my other camera. I'll post those later. We have been having a great time. The weather is cool and it started raining again when we got back, so now I'm cuddling under the warm covers listening to the rain patter on the canvas...one of my most favorite sounds ever. We are heaeded into Boston by train bright and early in the morning. Until then The ...