New York to Boston – Day 31
Today I kick off my second bus tour of the trip, this time with Contiki. It’s lucky that I like early morning wake up calls because we had to meet the bus at 7:00 am.
Departing NYC the tour director gave us a 2 hour speech on the rules of the bus. No alcohol, no fire works on the bus, no drug use or you’re off the tour. Funny story, we had all of these on our last tour but no one really complained.
We had two stops on the way to Boston. First was at the prestigious Yale University. I’m not going to lie, these universities make my university look pretty poor. The buildings, parks and coffee shops alone make me envious.
Later we stopped for lunch at a food court of a shopping centre in Providence. The thing about these tours is that usually we stop at places where the most amount of people will be pleased. Boring! On the way out of Providence the tour director told us that the oldest burger joint in the United States was in Providence. Well it would have been nice to go there…
Sometimes on these types of bus trips we end up staying in places so far out of town it almost defeats the purpose of staying there. In Boston we stayed about 20 minutes drive and 30 minutes on the train out of town. The accommodation was decent but I’d be happy to stay in lesser quality places but have a better location.
For dinner we ate at this rambunctious restaurant named, Dicks Last Resort. The wait staff here are unlike anything else I’ve encountered. They call you names, laugh at you, make you hats with stupid saying on them, and even force bibs on you. It’s a strange experience that I’d probably not relive.
Boston – Day 32
Starting off the morning we took a private tour though Harvard University. That’s two unis in two days. You already know what I think about American universities compared to mine so I won’t say anymore then that.
Ending he tour in downtown town Boston we took off into the historic streets. Wandering around we must have looked lost because an old Boston man came up and asked us if we needed help. His accent was thick yet I don’t think there is much different between theirs and our own. Similar to the Aussie accent they don’t pronounce their Ts or their Rs.
Beacon Hill is an area of Boston that is offensively perfect. Small streets and lanes branch off the main boulevards. This end of town is a little different to the other end of town. Historic shop fronts filled with small businesses fill in the gaps where franchises and fast food restaurants usually would. Adding to this, to the south of Beacon Hill is a massive park, that was designed by the same bloke who designed Central Park in NYC. We ate pizza and Boston cream buns in that park.
For most of this trip it probably sounds like I’ve just eaten my way across America. This is mainly true yet there was a solid amount of walking in between all the eating. Today imma guess we walked give or take 15 km just around Boston.
At the climax of all that walking we ended up in the North End of town, the Italian district. Boston is known for two types of food, Italian food and sea food. Pre dinner food was cannoli filled with ricotta, a Boston specialty. For dinner I mixed together some sea food and pasta to produce shrimp and prawn linguini.
Boston was a great town drenched in history and flavoured with centuries of different cultures. I’m still not 100% why prawns are called shrimp here in the USA…