Making your way in the world today.....
Trip Start Aug 04, 2011
132Trip End Jan 04, 2012
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In the same way that children under a certain age don't have to pay a fare on planes because they sit on mummies lap for the duration - the fact that this gentlemans body was spreading in every direction including virtually onto Kates lap and across her Suduko puzzle as well as hanging over into the aisle means to me that he should pay a portion of Kates fare as well as maybe giving the stewardess a tip for infringing on her working space. I'm not against people being overweight at all - it's thier business, but when it makes those they are squeezed up against uncomfortable I think it's a bit unfair.
Then again, I had loads of space up against the window so shit happens.
As you can tell, we've been flying again. It was the 12th of 13 and except for the squeeze on aisle 40 and a veering take off in which the pilot starting turning seconds after leaving the tarmac, it was pretty good. I felt numb to it. A little in a daze; I still get jittery whenever the plane lurches but just not to the point where I squeeze Kates hand to oblivion or sweat profusely from my palms. A reasonably cool addition to this flight which I have never experienced before and may never again (out of choice) is United's idea of allowing the passengers to listen to the air traffic control radio over their headsets. It is a brilliant idea to allow passengers to overhear generic radio chatter, "left to 115", "hold up 578 - allow the traffic to clear", "slow down to 190, turning on 275", most of which is strangely thrilling when coupled with the obvious plane movements directly following. I couldn't help thinking how terrifying it would be to hear something you don't want to be hearing however, such as "God Captain...What are we going to do..." shortly before the radio cuts off or "Nooooooooo" followed by a stifled scream. It is why I will not choose to listen to these broadcasts should I have an option in future.
This is just how my head works; taking something pure and enlightening and thinking how it could possibly ruin my day. It's why I can take the engineering marvel of flight that has allowed us to circumnavigate the globe for a relative pittance and break it down to thinking at every step of the way different things that could possible go wrong at 39 000 feet, that have never and probably will never happen. I do it with everything else as well out of my control... cars....trains...buses. The difference is the effect of those improbable things from occuring. If a bus suddenly loses a wing for instance you would probably first wonder why it had wings in the first place, but then you would probably just get slightly peturbed at your journey being delayed before it carried on.
Do you get the idea that maybe its a slow news day on the blog?
We arrived into Boston and took a couple of buses to our destination via argument-ville and irrationally irritated-city (these are both me strangely and not Kate).. Kate had decided to find the only route not provided in the 5 suggestions by the hostel and so particularly clear to follow and so I was a little irritated, somewhat but not totally unfairly I will add. We got to the hostel, more by blind luck I think than by planned judgement, but all's well that end's well.
For those that care another option from Logan Airport to 40 Berkeley Hostel is;
- Silver Line 1 to South Station (This is actually a bus and not a train as Kate had told me)
- Walk from South station, down a dodgy corridor, up an escalator, across a busy concourse, out of the station, search for a bit and then across the road to a bus stop in the cold signposted to 'Dudley' on the Silver Line (Kate said it was a direct connection on the Orange line but "they are all the same" apparently and "thats what I meant")
- Get off at East Berkeley Street (as the street Kate wanted to get off isn't on the Silver line because her stop was on the orange line which we were not on).
- Walk up East Berkeley to Berkeley Street
You can't miss the place, it's on the left.
We stopped into our relatively shabby hostel. It's not great but thats probably because over the past couple of weeks we've stayed in some of our best Hotels (The Wyndham Blake in Chicago and the Topicana in Vegas are particular highlights) and so it's like comparing a Steak cooked by a michelin star rated with a microwave lasagne from Findus. Our room is a bit dingy, a bit cold, a bit like a student Hall of Residence room and shares 6 showers among a floor of over 30 rooms. Only for 3 nights I guess. Its clean, it's a bed, it's cheap.
We chose to eat out and so I dragged Kate in typical fashion around many cold streets with my indecisive nature not allowing us to settle. Every place just doesn't really suit quite what I fancy tonight and I ask Kate her opinion and she doesn't mind as long as she can eat soon. This leads to more walking around and a little bit of mutiny. We eventually settle into a place called Club Cafe which appears pretty nice and once we've settled down and eaten it certainly seems pretty nice. The table next to us but one is a bit of a mixed bag in having 2 guys, 2 girls and a slightly older lady and me and Kate have been trying to work them out. Kate's pretty sure they are two Gay couple's and one of the girls mother - fair enough. A couple of guys then turn up and sit next to us at the adjacent table. Seem like nice fellas, both order 'Cosmo's and stare into each others eyes across the table - must be good friends. As we look around, there are lots of single sex couples out for the evening and it started to click. When the pianist started up and began belting out some Jazzy numbers, Joni Mitchell classics and an ensemble of Showtunes we realised we had inadvertantly stepped into a cafe in the Gay district. It was a nice meal, the company was all very jovial and the only thing that pissed us off slightly was how the check showed an added gratuity of nearly 25%. It seems a little bit over presumptious that the service was good.
Interesting people day at least.