A Travellerspoint blog

August 2010

The slow way home

I left Boston at about 12:30 and made it back to Burlington at 5 to pick up Aksana and take her home. She was staying at these crazy people's house who have a live update posted on the outside of their home on how many people have died so far in Afghanistan. It's up to 1.5 million already.

We decide it would be nnice to take the slow roads home and we were right. We drove through Sand Banks state park. There were tons of little bridges and long bridges right near the water. Somehow though, we made a wrong turn and ended up leaving the US way earlier than we planned on. We had to go through customs again to get back home.

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Art gallery and sushi sushi sushi

Today we are up early and we go to the second best breakfast spot in the city "My Diner", which is typical diner food but the sandwich is really good.

Then, we randomly decide to go to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. Half of the museum is under construction until November, but it still costs $20 to get in. Poo on that.

The upside (for Owen) is that you can take any photos in the gallery that you like, except it has to be without flash. No big deal, flashes suck anyway.

That takes all day. Then Owen gets an email from work. Poo on that again, so we have to go back to fix the problem. But not before stopping to pick up ... BOSTON CREAM PIE.

Back at the hotel I take a nap until Owen is done putting out the flames. He forgot underwears so after he is done, we have to go buy some at the Marshall's down the street.

Then it is time for O Ya, which is the second best sushi in America. According to some list from the New York Times. I guess it is a day of second best things.

It is really awesome, aside from the very last course, which was some sort of sushi concoction with foie gras. I complained to the waiter as nicely as possible.

"How can we as a society continue to eat this horrendous form of sustenance?!"

Which apparently involved me using the word "puke" more than three times in my explanation. This is what witnesses at the restaurant will attest to, not me.

Old Age

Old Age


Me at T Station

Me at T Station


Me vs. Bulkie

Me vs. Bulkie


Broadway

Broadway


Guy

Guy


Baby Head

Baby Head


Baby Head 2

Baby Head 2


Me and Dionysian

Me and Dionysian


Window

Window


Buddha

Buddha


Roof

Roof


Flower

Flower


Bed

Bed


Hall

Hall


Egyptian King and Queen

Egyptian King and Queen


Head

Head


Stripes and Chairs

Stripes and Chairs


Girl

Girl


Kid's paintings

Kid's paintings


Stupid Sign

Stupid Sign


Sushi with squid ink

Sushi with squid ink


Me Vs Black Pudding

Me Vs Black Pudding

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Ben & Jerry's factory tour

Nothing really to see here, except the flavour graveyard is cute and you can get some really fresh ice cream on the factory tour. It costs $3, nothing is free in this world, not even hippie ice cream...

Don't get conned into buying ice cream from the scoop shop, the line is really long and you will just be eating more if you are going for the tour.

It's definitely a tourist trap, but it's somewhere I have always wanted to go.

The flavour graveyard

The flavour graveyard

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The drive to Bostonia

The drive to Bostonia is beautiful, but my little car can't handle all of the hills. I have to shift down a lot, but I guess that's how she goes in the Adirondacks.

I get to the hotel right on time. It's exactly 8:30 when I show up and Owen is not even there yet. I had this wonderful plan to have lunch with my friend Jeff, but it was a little late for that, and now he is at work.

The manager doesn't let me in the room so I have to wait in the lobby. However, it's not for very long. I am STARVING, so when Owen gets there we put our bags away and then go for some amazing Chinese food in Chinatown. Definitely better than the delivery we were pondering on ordering.

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The crazy insane party in Burlington

So the customs crossing was wonderful. The guy was courteous and friendly and didn't even question me that much.

From there, it's only 45 minutes to Burlington and it was only midnight. I told Brandon I'd get there at 1 and it looked like I'd actually be punctual. Even with the gas and urination ordeals. Things were looking up.

He told me to call him around midnight, so when I see the next gas station I fill up again (can't be too cautious about the gas tank you know)

Brandon is not answering the phone... crap... so I leave a message...

I find his house pretty easily and he told me there was a key in a flower pot on the stoop. There was a flower pot, but no key... Even I swished my hands around in the dirt and didn't find it. Bah!

So I wander around for a bit to try and find another phone. I hear a party so I go in and ask to use their phone. Of course they are super nice, they give me a beer and a nice lady lets me use her cell phone. Finally Brandon answers and he comes to get me from the yuppie party.

Brandon has just come from another party (I know, it's Thursday night, but this is crazy Burlington-town) so he asks if I want to go back. Um...yes???

Ophir gave me the rest of his Alpenbitter so I bring it to share.

It turns out it's these crazy guy from Wisconsin's birthday. Everyone is binge drinking and doing crazy stupid stuff. Like wheel chair races down the empty suburban streets (pictures are coming).

We stayed up laaaaaaaaate, and it was hilarrrrrrrious. Those crazy Americans.

Brandon and I slept until 2 p.m. the next day. I wanted to do the backroads way to Boston, I figured I'd leave early enough to do that. But nope. Turns out I had to take the interstates, it's six hours to Boston and I'm meeting Owen at eight! Plus, I have to stop at Ben & Jerry's factory. How can I miss that???

Random people I found

Random people I found


Crazy party

Crazy party


Wheelchair races

Wheelchair races


Wheelchair accident

Wheelchair accident

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You would not believe the ordeals I put up with...

It seems like a trend to me lately. Road trips are never simple. Fly on a plane, take a bus, take a train, even ridesharing, everything goes perfectly fine.

Put me in a car as the driver, all hell breaks loose. I'm not kidding.

After putting all the finishing touches on my condo purchase, I went to judge the apple pie baking contest at the Super Ex in Ottawa. It's not as glamorous as it sounds, trust me.

At precisely 7:35 p.m. in the evening I headed out. Somewhere in between Ottawa and Montreal, I noticed the gas was running out... right after I passed the convenient service station.

"I should turn around," I thought.

...

"Nah, something else will turn up soon I'm sure, I mean, I'm on the 417, what could go wrong?"

Three more exits, I see nothing indicating a gas station anywhere.

Predictably, the gas light starts flashing. In a Smart Car, that means I can drive 5 km before I run out of gas... OK, so I pull over at the next exit. It's not too late, and there must be some gas somewhere here.

The sign says 5 km to Pointe Fortune. Oh god, I hope they have a gas station...I'm cutting it close.

I drive through town, don't see a gas station, pull into a restaurant, they are just closing for the night.

"Hey, is there any gas here? I've almost run out."

"Nope, you've gotta drive to Rigaud, 10 km down the road."

"OMG no... I'm not going anywhere else. I'll sleep here if I have to..."

"Then you'll have to ask at the ferry..."

"What? OK..."

I drive down to the ferry on my last drops of gas. Of course they are completely Francophone and obviously do not want to help me. After convincing them that I REALLY need to buy some gas off of them, they scrounge up a small tank of diesel that the manager uses in her tractor.

I hug the friendly rolly polly ferry operator and get off on my way.

After all this stressfulness, I really have to pee, and I honestly can't wait for the next gas station, so I pull over and promptly pee on the side of the road. All over my only pair of pants...

Good thing I'm driving south? I guess?

I heard that it'll warm in Boston this weekend. Hopefully I won't need those pants...

Completely frustrated and angry with myself and still shaking with fear a little bit, I ponder whether or not the gas that the french guy gave me was diesel, I get changed and reluctantly head out on the highway again.

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