Boston, Massachusetts. Or however you spell it. We pulled into the city at about 1ish and set up shop in our hostel called 40 Berkeley street.
This hostel was strange because it's nicety belied it's failures. It was a huge nice looking building with an awesome interior, a great spacious courtyard, a fully decked out movie room, ample laundry facilities and to top it all off, free popcorn! However, this was all very well but there were cons to outweigh these (to be honest, cool but useless) features. The rooms seemed liie they'd been packed by a sardine company. Rhys and Chris kept playing footsies while they were asleep since the beds were jammed together so close. Rhys' head was often dangerously close to MJ's feet as well. I got off with only an uncomfortable bed. The hallway outside us echoed like crazy so much so you could hear people talking normally at the other end and thia resulted in us being yelled at a few times by the old lady who, I suppose, ran the floor. The rooms also only had 1 key between 4 which, if you ask me, is the stupidest idea ever and we had to constantly juggle it around depending on who was out at the time. At one point we left the key at the front desk so the others could pick it up and let themselves in but I ended up needing it so I went all the way down only to have the woman tell me I wasn't staying in the room and that some guy called Law Howarth was (My last and middle name). After much pain I managed to get the key back after being lectured as if it were somehow my fault.
It quickly became apparent that this was not a hostel for young people. If you want to stay somewhere cool in Boston my friends, don't stay there.
Anyways enough complaining.
Boston, very clean city. We went for a walk not long after we got in and saw the pub that Cheers was modelled off of. Dinner was average and after a pub or two we went and saw 'The Avengers' for the second time. There was a guy in the theatre who kept clapping for EVERYTHING. Even trailers. And every time something happened in the movie he'd loudly react. Some examples: 'Man, she's so hot', 'Oh snap look out!' and my personal favourite 'Oh shit! Skrulls!'.
Our first proper day we ended up shopping there, gitting up a few comic shops where I successfully got Chris addicted to Deadpool. He's since bought every since TP he can get his hands on. I also got a badass hulk belt.
Our next day was quite eventful. We went to the 'Mapparium' which was a giant stained glass model of earth which you could walk through. We took a 'Duck tour' which was basically an old WW2 amphibious bus thingy refitted to be a tour bus. The tour guide was quite a character (He was dressed like a pirate) and taught us a whole bunch about the history of Boston (turns out it was a penninsula that that filled in with soil over the length of 40+ years).
On the tour we saw the 'Warren Tavern' where Geroge Washington used to frequent so we decided to get a taxi there later that night and have dinner there.
Our last day we went over the river to visit the markets which for some reason had another comic shop in them so we spent more money there. That night I realised I hadn't had a Boston Creme pie so we went to the birthplace of the pie, the Omni Parker Hotel, to give them a try.
It was quite delicious.
The next day, we set out to New York.
Happy travels readers.
Love Reece.
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