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Here we are in Boston we touched down at 1810hrs (please note the aeronautical terms being used as after so long attached to BA I'm almost a pilot). We got a taxi to the hotel, $30 cheap at that price given I couldn't think straight to try and find never mind use the transit system. Clearly the taxi drivers here in Boston are monosyllabic or dumb as ours didn't speak other than I think to ask our destination, the quietest taxi driver in the world and we get him, topped the day off wonderfully.
The Boston Plaza Hotel is relatively old for America built in 1925 (I'm nearly that old so I must be an ancient relic too-nobody say anything). Inside it's huge, I'm liking the word huge as I've used it a lot so far, anyway it is huge, our bedroom is 608 and there are lots more. The building is situated in what appears to be a upper class business and recreation area judging by some of the shops we have seen and the amount of bars, restaurants and clubs around. Somehow being in these types of areas in classy hotels seems to be something of a theme that has developed during my time with Anne. Now it might just be a coincidence but there is a constant factor in all this which is Anne. Looks like I might need to examine this phenomena further and do some analysis and trending, oops slipped into work mode ( I had to get in the fact I'm back working in case id forgotten to tell anyone).
So back to the hotel, we booked in, easy enough, everyone very pleasant and then the Porter who got our bags from the taxi handed us over to the 'Bell Boy' who would take us to our room, all well and good you think!! The 'Bell Boy' turned out to be an 'old' man, now by 'old' I mean the hotel was younger than him, I think the last time he'd seen double figures was several years ago!! He was so old that even though he was pushing a trolley with our cases on I was given a medical kit with jump leads to carry in case he had a medical occurrence,I was also given his medical history and next of kin details, surprisingly his father was given as his next of kin (kidding). He was a really nice old man, reminded me of Father Christmas but without the red suit, beard and presents.
The room although not the biggest is adequate and nicely appointed. The bed is lovely, soft and squishy (like my belly but without the hair) but it's about eight feet from the floor, so high you need crampons and a Sherpa to see you into bed(notice the link to our Norwegian adventure - god I'm good at this). In actual fact I can lie at the edge of the bed and put my arm out and not reach the floor, it's high, almost as high as the height at which we flew across the Atlantic 32000 feet and at one point -73 degrees. I wanted to leave the air conditioning on overnight for the full effect but Anne was having none of it.
After showering and getting changed and a small nuclear device up our rears (we were very tired) we went out for a walk, drink and a bite to eat. After a jaunt round the locale we decided to enter the local, popular, Irish Bar. It was really nice, friendly and if you liked ice hockey it would have been ideal. First things first a beer was needed, so we went for a local brew which was apparently 5.5% and tasted like shandy, even Anne had one and the description is actually hers. Food was ordered and we both went for their award winning, hall of fame clam chowder (talk about over egging the sales pitch). To be fair when it arrived it was lovely, thick creamy and full of fishy bits, thoroughly enjoyable and very satisfying. Before we left I decided I needed another beer (no one will be surprised there) so ordered (and it was a mistake I know, the clue was in the name) a blueberry flavoured beer. Yes you are all correct what was I thinking about? My only excuse is that by that time I'd been up about 20 hrs and only had a couple of hours sleep the night previously. The stuff tasted flowery and smelt like a little girls perfume, you may have guessed not the best drink I'd ever had but to be fair not the worst although at the moment it would make it into my worst ever top five drinks list. Even Anne said it was a girly drink and that it was something Andy would probably like (personally Andy I'm not sure what she meant and I'd like to officially distance myself from the comment in case of any legal proceedings).
Home and to bed.
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