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... took my sweet time heading back down the coast to Portsmouth, New Hampshire. This is like a mini-Boston. Had an early dinner at an Irish Pub then took the coast road down through The Hamptons before reluctantly returning the keys of my Charger.
I have nothing *particularly* wild planned for the rest of the week, although that could change at a moment's notice. Someone could shout the word "Karaoke!" and I'll just lose my mind or something.
... MA and decided to go ahead and have an early dinner and let the local get off the road. We went to Bently's Pub in Auburn and had a good meal at a reasonable price, and, sure enough, the road situation was much improved although it was dark by this time. The ride to Manchester was quite pleasant and we arrived at the hotel about 10 pm, right on our schedule! Tomorrow we move on to Saint John, ...
I mean, you have to see it to believe it, really. They've RUINED ME for ever working anywhere else. It's like flying business class. It's so hard to go back. I'm sure it's just a giant trap.
I'm here for two weeks of training and firstly, they're putting me up in the Radisson. Haven't stopped *****ing since I got here. I have a Sleep Number king sized bed, a fridge in my room so I can eat a normal breakfast and not a heart attack breakfast and a ...
... significant; not only at the Wall but throughout our trip to Beijing. If you want to avoid the crowds, opt for cooler temperatures!!
Each trip to the Wall we stopped at a different place for lunch and this time was no exception. Jason took us to a local Chinese place where along with all the traditional favorites you could go to the side pond and catch your own fish. Of course Justin said yes! With much coaching from Jim and Jason, Justin snagged us something delicious. I have no ...
... beautiful. It's green, lush, undulating, picturesque in every way and it just goes on and on.
Which after six or seven hours can begin to be a bit of a problem and I ended up fuelling myself with caffeine to stave off the steering wheel power naps. By the time I blasted into Boston at 11pm, I was pretty damned wired. And starving. Motel fortunately had a Mexican restaurant. It wasn't up to Pink Taco standards, but it was ...