“Assumption is the mother of all f*ck ups”… a word of advice a work colleague once gave me. Our first U.S. road trip was littered with “assumptions”. A key one being that each party mistakenly assumed the other had packed the road-map and travel guides. So, armed with no map and no travel guide, we set off on our road trip. Luckily, we invested in a GPS tracking system which turned out to be both a friend and a foe. On paper, the plan looked simple enough: New York to Lenox (to see JT) then onto Boston followed by stops at Cape Cod, Newport, Providence, New Haven and back to New York. Turns out that thinking we could fit all that in was another one of those problem “assumptions”.We managed to find our way out of Manhattan just fine, and had no problem driving to Lenox where we saw James Taylor (please refer to immediately preceding blog entry). We stayed the night there and set off for Boston on Saturday morning. GPS technology is amazing. It knows where you are and takes you to exactly where you want to be. This is “assuming” of course that you input the details of your destination correctly. We (more specifically, Adam) entered the address for the Boston hotel with the wrong zip code. This resulted in the GPS taking us to the Boston backstreet “hoods” where we sat wondering why our 4-star hotel was a run-down old mechanic shop on the rough side of town. After a short panic, we eventually found the real hotel.
Boston .. the “Beantown Land”. Home to the Red Sox, Harvard University, Boston Rob from Survivor and New Kids on the Block (which explains the above pictures). After spending two months in New York, a few observations were readily apparent. Boston is like the smaller, educated, softly-spoken little brother of New York City. I can imagine him dressed in a Polo shirt, with a sweater casually sitting over his shoulders and wrinkle-free beige chinos. Our first encounter with a Bostonian occurred as we were fumbling with a map, trying to find our way to the start of the popular “Freedom Trail” walk. “Do you need help?” asked the Bostonian. My gut New York reaction was, “Why? What do you want for it? My left kidney?”. Alas, no bodily organs were required. The man just wanted to be helpful. Weirdo.
With Boston being one of the most historically significant towns in US history, the Freedom Trail is like an all-day history lesson. It was like “follow the red brick road” to places such as the Boston Massacre site, the historic market halls, and graves of important men such as Samuel Adams.
Beforehand we read that the Freedom Trail will “move you to tears”. Perhaps that might have been so for Americans, but for a couple of Aussies who unfortunately chose to do the trail on a record hot 94 degree Boston afternoon, the only moisture our bodies were moved to create was drip-sweat. Despite the heat, it was a great way to see the different areas of Boston, and I was quite impressed at how pretty the city was.
As for the rest of our anticipated stops – Cape Cod, Newport, Providence, New Haven… what can I say? They looked great from the freeway during the 12 HOUR drive back home. Listening to Adam sing the 80’s soundtrack of his high school years (i.e. the dark ages) all the way home was also a pleasant experience.
P.S. Looking for great sing-along road trip music? Try the “Music & Lyrics” soundtrack – particularly “Pop! Goes My Heart” by Hugh Grant .. its gold! And the video is tragically 80’s inspired. Check it out!
-Posted by Trinh