one wrong turn deserves another...

I took B to the airport yesterday evening. B had kindly arranged for a friend of the family to put me up for a couple of nights. I rang C (the friend) and sorted out address details.

Heading over through the crazy streets of Boston after dark was quite tricky. I understand the concept of tunnels but my GPS takes a bit more convincing. During the expedition to Newfoundland R had been counting up the number of times I do a 'youie' and turn abruptly to head in the opposite direction. She would be proud the I made no such maneuvers this time. why bother? the blocks are so short you can drive around them instead of turning in the road. I figure-of-eighted my way across the city and made it to C's house only slightly late.

C's House is incredible. Its a classic old style Boston Town house, made with extra wide everything. For example the extra wide front porch leads to an extra wide front hall and an equally extra wide sweeping staircase. TV's and kitchen counters follow the same style and the overall effect is a very welcoming family home.

I slept late on the extra wide bed and headed into Boston in the morning. After a brief struggle obtaining a new SD card for my camera (I've run out of space owing to filming E and R performing various comedy sketches on my previous card) I took the train to the New England Aquarium.

A lady in the queue for the ticket booth turned to me and offered a free ticket as she had a voucher. I accepted and soon I had gained free entry to the attraction. I went to the Jelly fish exhibit first, because it was their current feature exhibit and then went for lunch. After a quick pepperoni pizza I was back in the game. The rest of the Aquarium is amazing. Its spread over five levels each level forming part of a square spiral around the inside of the building. at the top you then spiral down around the outside of a massive cylindrical tank which goes from the basement to the roof. windows along the down spiral give access to view a huge number of strange and wonderful sea creatures.

After the Aquarium I walked over to the Quincy Market (kind of like the St Lawrence market in Toronto, but less rough cut). Everything echoed of Covent Garden and I felt quite at home. Then I saw A Whittards tea shop and sank heavily into the irony of an English tea shop in Boston. E will undoubtedly agree. I also saw a Ned Divine's old style Irish pub and many small kitchens giving free samples of their wares. After free-sampling my way down the market I took the train over to Harvard square to see the university and try and get into trouble somewhere on campus. B had told me that the museums were a good place to start, so I eventually found my way over to the Science centre. I acted as suspiciously as I could whilst taking pictures of the Harvard mark I computer, but the security guard just gave me some friendly directions towards the door. I may have to try harder next time.