So. (I know everything starts with so but it's such an effective word - it says so much). Getting to Boston take two. On Saturday I tried again and actually got to Boston this time but it was not a good first impression. The hostel I was booked into was awful, really awful. So far I've stayed in some pretty dodgy places but this one takes the cake. Plastic mattresses covered in mould with cuts and slashes held together with peeling off sticky tape. Stained sheets and falling apart furniture also held together with sticky tape. Creepy old men who apparently lived there. Oh and burn marks, mustn't forget the burn marks. I checked in with four other people and they were pretty much as disgusted as I was so I left.
And went to the HI in Boston which was a marked improvement but very expensive. And my impression of Boston only got better from there, it was a pretty cool city also with some very impressive architecture. On Sunday I went exploring on Newbury St (the "hip, must-see area" of Boston) where all the shops don't open til 11am. And saw an awsome park in the middle of the city with grey squirrels. That was very exciting. They were really cute (we may be able to put a video of a squirrel we saw up for your viewing pleasure). And I bought Sarah the greatest present "she ever had in her entire life" (her words not mine). Are you ready for it? A 12 month calender consisting entirely of photos of Zac Efron in Hairspray (in really tight pants, pelvic thrusting) for a grand total of $1. And, if she can be bothered getting in out of her bag, we will put it up in every single hostel we stay in from this day forth.
Sunday night, we had an Oscars party in the hostel and got free food and I met my t.v. buddy Ross. Hi Ross.
Monday morning (bright and early, thanks Sarah) Sarah arrived in Boston and we went to Salem for the day on the train, with Ross. The trains were pretty difficult (and stupid with an awesome purple and yellow stripe down the side- Sarah) but in the end we managed to figure it out. And the guards wore really awesome hats but wouldn't let us wear them. In Salem we went to the Salem witch museum which had REALLY sophisticated presentations (by now hopefully you should be aware that you should be wading knee deep in sarcasm) of the Salem witch trials with light-up devils and yeah. Best thing about Salem was the statue of Elizabeth Montgomery because - we totally walked past it the first time without noticing - we really like tacky stuff. You can see pictures once we find a computer that works properly.
And that was Boston. Oh and an awesome accent. And then Tuesday we left for New York, New York, it's a hell of a town. That is all, there is no more. Live long and prosper (that's for you, phil). That's the way the cookie crumbles. That's all folks. Aren't you gone yet?