I got round to sorting out the next leg of my journey – Boston. I leave on Thursday.
Although the bus/coaches are really good here and really cheap, this is a big country. It would take me 4 1/2 hours to get back to New York, then at least an hour wait until another 4 1/2 hours until I get in to Boston. A 10 hour trip that would cost me about $35.
I opted to fly. An hour and a half flight for $120. I’m trying to do this trip cheaply but I’m not sure it makes sense to waste a day being bored to death on a coach. As comfortable as they are, it’s not going to feel it after 10 hours.
I got on the metro and headed for the city. I had no idea where I was heading for. I’ve done my touristy bits here. There’s only one thing I’d like to go to – the sister museum for the Air and Space Museum but it’s not accessible via public transport from what I’ve found. I got off at a random station which happened to be near the White House so headed there. For some reason about 20 metres of the path that went past the rear of the White House was blocked off for no apparent reason. Everyone looked a little confused – as was I. It seemed a little pointless but maybe it was to stop people getting too close to the press conference like thing going on there? I dunno. I walked round to the front of the house and didn’t realise how small it was. I kinda expected it to be massive, maybe I should blame Independence Day for that.
Today was particularly hot. It’s ‘only’ 32*c but I’m far from used to walking around in it all day. As I decided to finally head back I walked past a man that screamed “I knew I was too young to die!”. I couldn’t help but laugh. I’ve never walked past so many people and caught so many comedy statements. I should probably write them down.
