Bahston

We awoke from our New Haven slumber to a stunning day in this Ivy League town. The weather had been quite cold lately but Yale threw us a curve ball and we took full advantage of the warm weather and wandered the streets of Yale University in our speedoes. When walking through the main quadrangle we passed by a group of environmentalists who had set up a stall. Seeing this as a good opportunity to stick the boot into some ivy league trots, we headed over to engage in some banter. Problem was, these guys were moderate than we were. Boring!

So we returned to the Truck of Justice and shipped up to Boston. On the way up we wandered through northern Connecticut and into Rhode Island before arriving in Boston just in time to meet the peak hour traffic. Y’know, some on the Road Trip We Can Believe In, may have questioned why we were taking in Boston, but for others who are not narrow minded and bigoted against those of Irish heritage, this was an opportunity to take in a city that wasn’t just a salvation for millions of starving Irish, but also the cradle of freedom and liberty that birthed an new independent nation.

Our journey to Boston also coincided with Halloween. You’d be amazed to realise that Halloween in the US is more than just kids trick or treating and overdosing on lollies. For the adult population, they too get into it in a big way. We headed across town to a famous restaurant for some Massachusetts lobster and came across hundreds of young people dressed in Halloween costumes ranging from Tinkerbell to Tiny Tim. After dinner we headed to Boylston Street, home to many bars and the building that houses the US series Boston Legal. Paisley.

The following morning we all loaded back into the Truck of Justice and headed out to the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library. The centre is situated on Boston harbour and is home to the great but tragic story of America’s first and only Catholic President. Going through his story reminded us how much of an impact he had on America before his life was cut short in Dallas.

After we raided the gift shop and bailed out the US economy at the same time, we headed back to the hotel to freshen up and catch up with an expat Aussie called the Lurker who had flown in from London that day.

We headed over to Harvard for dinner so we could pahk the cahr in the Haarvaard Yaaard and get some clam chowdah.

Our last day in Boston was spent taking the Freedom Trail around the city and followed the story of America’s fight against British rule. Along the journey we were joined by the Pants Man, a fellow traveller from Melbourne. Two things were remarkable about the tour and neither had anything to do with the historical nature of the journey. One was why did Skuzzlefark choose to wear shorts when the mercury was clearly hovering around freezing point and secondly, what was the Pants Man thinking when he put on pink tracksuit pants with his Australian Rugby League jersey that morning?

The journey took us from the city centre up to the suburb of Charleston and Bunker Hill. The scene of the famous clash during the civil war, where out-numbered patriots of freedom held off the might of the British Army and were ordered not to fire ‘til they could see the whites of their eyes. They did and ended up winning the American Revolution.

We descended back down the hill and headed back to the hotel to thaw out. That night we headed out to some Irish-American bars and prepared for our journey to New York and the impending election day.