As I was pretty weary after standing up all tour, I opted for the extraordinarily early airport bus I'd booked rather than going rogue on the subway. If I ever have to travel NY to Boston again, I think the Amtrak train would be quickest - I would have arrived there before I got on the plane if I'd left at the same time. So I had two and a half hours sitting waiting. Not a bad thing, though, as I have been on the go every waking moment.
JFK is rather large, to understate it. I almost stopped for lunch on the way to the gate.
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| This taken by someone else. My own attempts to take a picture are just shots of the side of my head and nothing else. |
Hopped onto the T at Boston airport for a quick trip into the city, all underground. The outbound line that goes past the airport goes to Wonderland and on the way there passes through Maverick. Back Bay, where we are staying, is an upper crust neighbourhood with amazing five story mansions. Found Buckingham apartments without trouble and Roberta waiting to let me in, though a mixup with getting the key had meant she had waited for an hour and a half on the doorstep before being let in. I find it quite ironic to visit revolutionary Boston and stay at a royalist residence. The place is decorated within an inch of its life. Roberta loves it. I must take some pictures.
Went for a walk around the block - pretty swanky with boutique-y shops, but ate at a tasty burrito shop for under $10 with drink.
American tick-offs: tipped porters; tried peanut butter m&ms - Sweet AND salty; ate a full-sized burrito.


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