Trip Start Mar 10, 2011
Trip End May 05, 2011

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Hostelling International Boston
Read my review - 5/5 stars

Flag of United States  , Massachusetts
Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Despite it's proximity to the megacity of New York, it is much a different place.  It retains much of  its history its retained architecture and illogical street designs. It seems in the couple hundred years since the revolutionary war, Bostonians have remained defiantly independent, even though the British are now no longer enemies.
I embarked along the Freedom Trail as my introduction to this city an was welcomed with a stiff easterly from the Atlantic.  With my guidebook in hand, I battled the weather and attempted to absorb much as possible whilst not losing myself in the labyrinth of roads.  Apologies for history buffs out there but after the long day I have come to these conclusions.
It seems that from the outset the American people were not destined to be governed by the motherland.  Here was a bunch of ruffians and rejects, persecuted to search for a new land where they face and overcame numerous challenges.  They were rewarded with boundless resources and their freedom from oppression - enough to incite jealously in their homeland.  When the crown decided it was due some of these spoils, surely they knew what to expect?  Of course the former colonists fought desperately, using tactics known well to those with lesser resources - Guerilla.  Speed, stealth, espionage and underhanded attacks were able to outsmart and undo the greatest military power of the time.  The glory of the war is still displayed proudly at the naval base.  The U.S.S. Constitution is still in service after more than two hundred years.  She is a testament to the ambition and power of the infant nation, lovingly preserved to be admired for the future generations.
Before ending the Freedom Trail I decided somewhat bullishly to climb the Bunker Hill monument.  294 steps, several rest stops later, with burning thighs and puffing worse than an asthmatic Thomas the Tank Engine I admired the view of Boston.  Also, promised myself to get fit when I got home.
The final stop of my day was the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. Some may say that it is a poorer cousin to the Met for it has very similar collections.  This would be overlooking the neat organisation and the stunning interiors and frescos by John Singer Seargent.  It also contains a small, but stunning post-modernist collection with Picasso's chilling representation of Rape of the Sabine Women and Gauguin's Tahitian opus.
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