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There's a theme emerging to the way I'm beginning to embrace my vagabonding status. Unlike an unorganisation it's more like an unwillingness to lay down any set plans.
I knew I wanted to leave Boston and get down to Cape Cod but by 10.00am I had no plan of how to get there or where to stay.
By 12 noon I was collecting my rental car and preparing myself for my first solo American road trip. Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaa!!
I use the term "prepare" loosely here. Prior to leaving the wi-fi zone at the hostel I'd scribbled down the route numbers 93, 3 & 6 on a post-it note an upheld a faith that I could make my way to West Dennis. Maps and Sat Nav, puh! Who needs em!
My first time driving in America and driving an automatic I'd selected from the economy range and landed a VW Jetta. Monkey proudly sat up front and I happily trundled along the freeway- only taking one exit in error to which I easily and calmly rectified. I felt so very proud of myself.
My first stop on the Cape was at Sandwich but I ate chicken and a Danish pastry for lunch .
Further down Route 6 and on to the 28 I started to doubt whether I was still heading in the right direction. I pulled off the road into a carpark. As I looked up.....WOAH! It was as if all my Halloweens had come at once! Rows upon rows of pumpkins settled in front of a quaint little white washed church. I wasted no time jumping out the car to get amoungst them and carefully selected a cute one from the 50c pile that fitted neatly into the palm of my hand. A companion for monkey to assist in navigation the New England highways.
Chatting to the locals they confirmed I was indeed heading in the right direction. There it was again- my faith in the fate of travel reaffirmed. I was meant to pull off the road and stop by that pumpkin patch to ask for directions.
Never before would I have considered referring to a Travelodge as luxury accommodation. But believe me, after many nights in shared dorms listening to the delights of sqeeking beds and zero privacy, a basic somewhat worn double room with ensuite bathroom and a tele becomes The Ritz!!
I ordered in from Dominos ( later referred to by Auntie Jane as Dominics) and relaxed to enjoy my 10" pepper, onion and tomato pizza whilst watching the trail of Jackos doctor.
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