Anyway, today we were planning on taking the freedom trail around Boston, to see the main places of interest associated with the American revolution. We embarked on a tour with the hostel, only to unanimously decide $11 for a guided tour by 'twats in bodices' (as we had christened them) was 'absurd', and we could clearly do an adequate self-guided tour for free (notwithstanding the fact we had left our guidebook at the hostel).
Joining us was a Chilean guy, whose name I'm still unsure of - we think it was 'Gustavo', but there's only a certain amount of times you can ask before it becomes rude. So we started our tour with a fairly longwinded survey of several grave yards and churches, during which the historical significance was eroded by my ever-growing desire for some cherry coke. However, we eventually reached Faneuil Hill - aka, for our purposes, the food court - where I continued the theme of gluttony with mac'n'cheese and a Starbucks (sidebar - next to Faneuil Hall, an important reference point in the Boston tea party movement, was a glass building, the side of which was adorned with life sized picture of One Direction... Seriously. One Direction World. In Boston. Next to a site of historical interest. Mike want to smash).
We made it to the end of the trail at bunker hill, via a tour of the SSS Constitution, and headed back to the hostel. It was at this point I made what I thought to be a hilarious joke - 'well that was a long road to freedom, wasn't it'. Gustavo looked blankly at me, and nothing more was said.
This evening was fun; we went on a bar crawl put on by the hostel, we met some new people whose names I've also already forgotten, and who, incidentally, I have already almost certainly alienated with George Bush/gun control/Augusto Pinochet-themed jokes.
Still, a tour of Harvard beckons tomorrow, so bring on the overbearing feeling of inadequacy.
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