Day 3 - Bye bye Beantown

Greetings from Blogdom!

This post rounds up our delightful jaunt in Boston, city of liberty (ahem, rebellion), history, and education. Although not as old as some of the ancient towns and cities in Britain and Europe, this port was one of the first to be inhabited when the New World was colonised. As a result, Boston is now a culturally mature city, with lots to offer tourists in the way of rich history, bars, pubs, and (for a city) a fairly relaxed pace. Its explorable scale is great for people who enjoy seeing a city by foot and the Duck Tour is a great way to get filled in on the weird and wonderful facts that wold otherwise elude the average traveller, not to mention a whole different way of covering the city's roads and waterways.

A lazy start meant we didn't get out until 11am, but we remained determined to stick to the original plan of seeing the USS Constitution, an old war frigate commissioned after the American Revolution by George Washington, which is still in active duty (technically). With our calves wailing from a couple of days of solid walking and another 4-mile hike to the shipyard, we opted for the self-guided tour of the ship's upper deck, skipping the museum and the 30-minute guided tour of the lower. We asked a lady on deck about the ship instead. She took a photo of us too.

Hello sailors

A Subway sandwich refuel powered our return to Copley Square to meet up with an old school chum who we had not seen in at least five years. It was brilliant to see a familiar face in town, and excellent to catch up. Magnanimously, after coffee, Chris offered to drop us off at our final destination on our trail - the Harpoon Brewery.

Getting our act together had not been our strong point today, so not realising that brewery tours might be a rather popular attraction among boozy tourists like ourselves, we sauntered in expecting to walk into a tour and were promptly punished for our hubris. Even Jannick's charms were deployed in vain. The gods of beer (read: the lady at the counter) were generous enough to offer us an alternative however, and we sat down with a flight of sampling ales, all of which were delicious! We likey the pumpkin spicy.

We had our first slices of American pizza of the trip for dinner that night, much to the enjoyment of our mouths and disappointment of our starch-laden stomachs...

Riding the rail to New York City as I type, for now it's over and out from Boston, Massachusetts, and on down the coast to take a bite out of that apple!