Loaded up with sunscreen and took a 10 minute ride on the “T” subway into Boston and followed much of the Freedom Trail walking tour. A gorgeous hot bright day which enhanced the feel of the centre which has a great variation of architecture from high sky reflecting glass towers to low brick colonial buildings. It clearly rains a lot as extensive grassed areas are all lush and green. We weren’t captivated by the history particularly but it was a great way to get a feeling of Boston which is a beautiful city.
The Quincy Market hall is rightly famed for its selection of takeaway foods and a teriyaki chicken with rice and vegetables made an most enjoyable dinner sat people watching under the shade of a tree. We didn’t bother going north of the river to the mound. We had already diverted from the trail so many times, partly due to poor signage but largely due not paying attention and spurring off to look up another road. We headed down to the original Cheers exterior before leaving; we felt we had to after so many Friday evenings watching it in our early married years. Across the parks and back to the T, we soon got back to the hotel and the Jeep.
To start our coast to coast journey it was essential to go to the coast and we departed from our original intent of going north after seeing the state of Boston daytime traffic and headed down toward Plymouth Rock (Mayflower, Pilgrim Fathers and all that). Still sussing out the Tom-Tom (Now named Mabel incidentally), we took forever to get out of the southern reaches of Boston and began to realise how slow progress across this huge country, nee continent, could be.
Close to Plymouth, we saw a sign for Grays Beach and headed down to a delightful little spot where we could walk down to the sea. Low tide and a little muddy but we paddled in the Atlantic before heading off. So far, every American we have dealt with has be genuinely lovely and friendly (other than the cop) and we had a Dave Gorman moment as a 72 year old sitting in a car with an ice pack on her shoulder as us where we were from. She was delighted it was England but as we were not from London said that in that case she would not ask us to say “North and South”. She asked us our names and introduced herself as Elizabeth, actually Canadian but had lived in MA for 25 years and now suffered from everything ending in “itus” but was pleased to be able to walk as cancer should have killed her by now. She was great!
Headed north, now realising Mabel had to be told fastest route if we wanted to get onto Interstates and headed up and onto the I90 Toll road to get some miles in. Cruise control at 65mph is the order of the day. Getting late so pulled off at exit 7 having seen a sign for Comfort Inns and got the last room in the place, which is a suite with 4 rooms, King size bed, Jacuzzi and full kitchen for 70GBP – it was worth it. Take-away pizza from down the road in front of the TV.
The Quincy Market hall is rightly famed for its selection of takeaway foods and a teriyaki chicken with rice and vegetables made an most enjoyable dinner sat people watching under the shade of a tree. We didn’t bother going north of the river to the mound. We had already diverted from the trail so many times, partly due to poor signage but largely due not paying attention and spurring off to look up another road. We headed down to the original Cheers exterior before leaving; we felt we had to after so many Friday evenings watching it in our early married years. Across the parks and back to the T, we soon got back to the hotel and the Jeep.
To start our coast to coast journey it was essential to go to the coast and we departed from our original intent of going north after seeing the state of Boston daytime traffic and headed down toward Plymouth Rock (Mayflower, Pilgrim Fathers and all that). Still sussing out the Tom-Tom (Now named Mabel incidentally), we took forever to get out of the southern reaches of Boston and began to realise how slow progress across this huge country, nee continent, could be.
Close to Plymouth, we saw a sign for Grays Beach and headed down to a delightful little spot where we could walk down to the sea. Low tide and a little muddy but we paddled in the Atlantic before heading off. So far, every American we have dealt with has be genuinely lovely and friendly (other than the cop) and we had a Dave Gorman moment as a 72 year old sitting in a car with an ice pack on her shoulder as us where we were from. She was delighted it was England but as we were not from London said that in that case she would not ask us to say “North and South”. She asked us our names and introduced herself as Elizabeth, actually Canadian but had lived in MA for 25 years and now suffered from everything ending in “itus” but was pleased to be able to walk as cancer should have killed her by now. She was great!
Headed north, now realising Mabel had to be told fastest route if we wanted to get onto Interstates and headed up and onto the I90 Toll road to get some miles in. Cruise control at 65mph is the order of the day. Getting late so pulled off at exit 7 having seen a sign for Comfort Inns and got the last room in the place, which is a suite with 4 rooms, King size bed, Jacuzzi and full kitchen for 70GBP – it was worth it. Take-away pizza from down the road in front of the TV.
Statistics: Miles today: 151 miles; Miles so far: 151; Fuel added so far: nil gals; States: Massachusetts ; Time Zone: Eastern (UK-5)
3 comments:
Boston's looking nice there, I bet it doesn't look like that in December when I go! I'll have to try and get up that end for some comparative photos, my conference is in the Back Bay area down to the south-east of town you see.
"a suite with 4 rooms, King size bed, Jacuzzi and full kitchen"
Yeah, that's pretty much sounding like my flat. Say hello to Mabel from me.
Loved Boston when we were there as part of Cape Cod holiday.(You must go there in June or Sept)Saw whales swimming as we were coming into land at Boston.Keep driving safely,God bless,Jane Kemp.
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