Boston... i'm behind i know!
Trip Start Jun 01, 2008
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We got there late at night, got to my hostel and got into my room, luckily a friend i had arranged to meet was there so the next morning we headed out on the freedom trail... This is basically a walk around all the historical sights of Boston. It was pretty cool, as far as history goes this is where it's at!
Paul Revere's statue, house and grave along with loads of historical figures. The next day we headed up to Harvard and MIT to check out the super duper clever people and feel really dumb! It's a cool little area is cambridge, in fact Boston as a city feels very English. Lots of red brick low rise buildings. That night was started and ended with pitchers of ale in a nice irish bar
Next day we checked out the city and just wanderd the streets, it was sweet.
I went to Cape cod for a couple of days which was.... interesting! It was a very pretty little seaside town in fact it looked a lot like jersey. Trouble is a lot like jersey a lot of it is in the middle of nowhere! So i call the hostel, are you far from provincetown?
"oh no just come up this road then turn down this one, we're right there."
Spectacular, so in the seaside spirit i hire a little pushbike and off i go, my small (thank the lord) back pack in tow.
So off we go and i cycle and then cycle and cycle and then hit the fucking freeway, oh yes thats right! So i cyc;e up and down and up and down and up and down the hills of cape cod... i mean just make the fucking road flat.
It starts to get dark and i find the road i'm meant to turn onto... i'm releieved to say the least and my arse (which by the way is now in agony) is also pleased.
However, this is THE LONGEST ROAD in the world! I finally get to the hostel, not a shop for miles and all i have with me is a cereal bar
I guess thats dinner sorted. I actually wanted to die. Unsuprisingly i went to bed early and cursed every second of my journey.
My next day was fine, i found a store and spent the day hanging out around the hostel on the sofas and writing (a rather productive 15,000 words i may add) Watched a spectacular sunset and went to bed.
Next day i found a bus with a bike rack and thanked whoever was looking out for me and boarded the bus back to provincetown and got the boat back to boston... i was happy to see it!
Next day i just headed up to NYC to meet up and say my last goodbyes with people from my Green Tortoise northern crossing trip. spot of lunch more beer and a 7 hour I95 journey and we're back in boston.
The next day i broke my toe, this is all i have to say about this day. Some dumb ass retard moved her case into the middle of the room in the night, i came in and trying not to wake anyone leave the light off
Next day, i have barely slept because i'm in alot of pain, so decide to back up all my photos and have a quiet day. Guess what, some girl stands on my bed and my laptop falls off of it, onto the floor. Screen first. Oh yes, goodbye my macbook.
So after screaming crying and shouting i drag my limping ass down to the apple store to their genius bar where incidentally the word genius is overused! 1 1/2 hours later the thicko manages to figure out a firewire cable is quicker than usb 2, after me telling him and finally my data is saved and i limp back to the hostel, not before finding a bar and drinking in it.
One final day of to be perfectly honest not being able to wait to get back on my bus i wash my stuff pack and generally sulk, oh and drink some more. That my friends is the tale of Boston, the loveliest and unluckiest city in the US!