Boston Strong

In the morning Mo left to go back to New York for a night before she flew home. Myself and Riot struggled on, but both of us were starting to feel fatigued from all this non stop action. The heat was also getting ridiculous. I was knocking back Slurpees at an alarming rate. We visited the Faneuil Hall market for our lunch. Despite the soaring temperature, boosted by all the hot food stands inside the market and aided by a small sample, we opted for Clam chowder for lunch. Riot had hers in a bread bowl. Which was genius, but looked too much for me. So we sat upstairs. Sweating. Spooning hot soup into our maws like eedjits. But damn it was fine chowder.

Following lunch we darted between well air-conditioned shops for a while. Once we had cooled a little, we pressed on to the North End, Boston's Italian neighbourhood. It was great, all pastry shops and gas lamps. Here we discovered the statue of Paul Revere. This gave me a bit of a buzz, not for any historical reason you understand. I happened to remember the Rock (Dwayne "the Rock" Johnson for non Wrestling fans) delivering a particularly brilliant promo on John Cena from in front of it. So I had to get a pic there didn't I?

For dinner, we went to a dumpling restaurant in China Town, recommended in our Lonely Planet guide. It was very good, although Riot looked to have made a better order than me on this occasion. Though I still couldn't knock my own.

That night we had booked an overnight bus to Baltimore. So we returned to the apartment one last time and packed up our gear. As soon as we got to the bus station I think we started getting a sinking feeling about our plan. We had basically counted on saving a nights accommodation spending by sleeping on the bus. We hadn't really accounted getting stuck up the back of the bus with a selection of complete lunatics.

[Pic: The Old State House, Boston. Dwarfed by surrounding office blocks.]
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