Days Away From Home: 315

Countries Visited: 8
Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand, Cambodia, India, Vietnam, Canada, USA(I also visited Don Sak in Laos; stood at the Myanmar border; and transited through Hong Kong and New Zealand)

Flights Taken: 28
Gold Coast – Kuala Lumpur; Kuala Lumpur – Kota Kinabalu; Labuan – Miri; Miri – Kuching; Kuching – Singapore; Krabi – Bangkok; Phnom Penh – Kuala Lumpur; Kuala Lumpur – Delhi; Delhi – Kuala Lumpur; Kuala Lumpur – Hanoi; Hanoi – Danang; Nha Trang – Ho Chi Minh City; Ho Chi Minh City – Kuala Lumpur; Kuala Lumpur – Hong Kong; Hong Kong – Vancouver; Calgary – Vancouver; Vancouver – Los Angeles; Los Angeles – San Francisco; Las Vegas – Atlanta; Atlanta – Buffalo; Buffalo – Detroit; Detroit – Boston; Boston – Washington; New York – Los Angeles; Los Angeles – Sacramento; Sacramento – Los Angeles; Los Angeles - Auckland; Auckland - Brisbane

Airlines Flown: 10
Air Asia; MASwings; Tiger Airways; Jetstar; Cathay Pacific; Air Canada; American Airlines; Delta; Air Tran; Air New Zealand

Snowdomes Collected: Too many to remember.
My favourite is from Zion National Park, and contains sand rather than ‘snow’.

Longest consecutive period spent sharing a room: November 23rd, 2010 to May 27th, 2011 (185 days)
To save costs, I spent about 90% of the trip sharing a room with others. This includes:
• Sharing a bunk with Kat in Whistler for five months
• Sharing a tent for the duration of the Trek America tour
• Sharing a bed with Amanda during our Canadian road-trip
• Sleeping in dorm rooms across Asia and North America, ranging from 2-24 bunks.

Some of the Amazing Places I Visited:
• Borneo
• Maya Beach(‘The Beach‘)
• Khao San Road
• Golden Triangle
• Angkor Wat
• Taj Mahal
• Halong Bay
• Canadian Rockies
• Golden Gate Bridge
• Route 66
• Grand Canyon
• Niagara Falls
• New York

Favourite Experiences:
• Reaching the summit of Mt Kinabalu on the fourth day of my trip. It was raining, freezing and pitch-black, but the view on the way down was amazing.
• Random night out in Bangkok with an Irishman and four German boys – it started at midnight drinking on milk crates at a road-side bar, before we somehow all piled into one tuk-tuk and ended up at a sleazy dance bar until 5am.
• Getting a rip in my singlet fixed for 25c after a game of charades with an old lady in Cambodia.
• The gold medal match between Australia and New Zealand at the Commonwealth Games. Literally the best match in history, entering double extra-time – it was just unfortunate that Australia lost.
• Having my hair straightened in Vietnam – my blonde hair attracted the attention of everyone in the salon, and all for $1!
• Australia Day in Whistler – we were on the ski slopes at 9am wearing Aussie flag capes and tattoos and in a nightclub at 2pm, dancing to Yolande Be Cool and eating stale Jaffas and lamingtons.
• Attending a Vancouver Canucks vs Calgary Flames hockey match in Vancouver – very violent and very fast. We were all instantly converted as hockey tragics.
• Being rescued by Officer Petty after breaking down just outside of Bakersfield, California.
• NKOTBSB concert in New York – seriously the best concert ever.
• Lugging Amy’s shopping to the post office at Grand Central station. It took us 2.5 hours and $500 to send it back to Australia.

Some of the Amazing Things I Did:
• Saw Tom Daley (world diving champion) being interviewed on the rooftop of Marina Bay Sands Resort.
• Did yoga in Langkawi alongside water buffaloes and roosters.
• Kayaked around Maya Bay, Halong Bay, and James Bond Island.
• Read ‘The Beach’ whilst sitting on ‘The Beach’.
• Visited a long-neck tribe in Thailand.
• Abseiled and zip-trekked through the Thai jungle with a group of Russians who spoke no English.
• Experienced the x-rated nightlife on Walking Street, Pattaya.
• Met the tigers at the Tiger Temple in Thailand and saw wild orangutans in Borneo.
• Watched the sun rise at Angkor Wat.
• Went to India! I always said I would never go, so am I very proud of the fact that I went, and by myself to boot!
• Became friends with the chief of police at Tyagaraj Stadium in Delhi, earning me early entry to the stadium on gold medal day (very important as it was unallocated seating).
• Spent a night on Halong Bay.
• Caught a sleeper bus in Vietnam (the seat was 80cm wide and 1m long, and I had to sleep with my bag and shoes on top of me for the 14 hour ride).
• Learnt to ski (badly). I realised very quickly that I wasn‘t very good and didn‘t like going fast downhill.
• Learnt to drive on the right side of the road in Canada.
• Drove the Icefields Parkway and explored the Athabasca Glacier in the Canadian Rockies.
• Picnicked on a snow-covered island in Jasper in freezing temperatures.
• Mountain biked in a snowstorm in Banff.
• Toured the penthouse of the Fairmont Banff Springs and ate Easter lunch at the Fairmont Lake Louise.
• Saw the Victoria Secret models in Los Angeles.
• Joined the fitness-crazed Los Angelenos with morning runs along Santa Monica Beach.
• Went to Britney Spears’ opening concert for her Femme Fatale tour in Sacramento.
• Went to Universal Studios (Singapore) and California Disney (Los Angeles).
• Trekked through the snow to see the ancient and huge sequoias in Yosemite National Park.
• Took a helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon.
• Shopped on Fifth Avenue (New York), Orchard Road (Singapore), and Rodeo Drive (Los Angeles).
• Toured Harvard and followed the Freedom Trail in Boston.
• Saw the hat Abraham Lincoln was wearing when he was shot; Michelle Obama’s inauguration dress; and other famous items in American history at the Museum of American History, Washington DC.
• Visited Arlington National Cemetery and paid my respects to JFK and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
• Toured Wall Street, Ground Zero, the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, the Natural History Museum and Times Square in New York.
• Tried to find number plates from all 50 American states (we missed out on four).
• Enjoyed the luxury of Le Meridien (Phuket), MGM Grand (Las Vegas), Roosevelt Hotel (New York) and Park Hotel (New Delhi).

Some of the Less Than Amazing Experiences:
• Being chased into the water by a pack of fighting monkeys in Thailand.
• Getting ripped off on the border crossing between Thailand and Cambodia.
• Being asked, ‘how much?’ in a hotel lobby in Cambodia.
• Day one of the Commonwealth Games. Security tried to stop me from taking anything into the stadium (including my small bag, phone, keys, camera and money); there was no food or drink available and pass outs were prohibited; and there were no spectators in the stadium.
• My hotel in Delhi – dead mosquitos at the breakfast table; a mattress that could break your back; no hot water in the shower for two weeks …
• Getting kicked by a Vietnamese person trying to rip off my travel partner and I on the train to Sapa.
• Catching a girl trying to open my backpack in Hanoi.
• Being flooded in at Diamond Bay Resort (home of Miss Universe 2008).
• Breaking not one but two cameras: the first in Thailand; and the second in Canada.
• German flatmate in Whistler - young and had never lived out of home before.
• Witnessing a man die on a hiking trail in Yosemite.
• Breaking a tooth and being diagnosed with bronchitis on the same day in Las Vegas.
• The (public) bus ride both to and from Buffalo Airport, New York.

New Favourite Foods:
• Bagels
• Dosai (Indian crepe)
• Kaya jam (Made with egg and coconut)
• Chee Khue (Radish ‘cake’)
• Chai Tow Kway (Fried carrot ‘cake’)
• Milo ice (Hot milo poured over ice)
• Flatbread from Subway
• Sweet potato fries, especially from the Roundhouse Lodge on Whistler mountain
• Thai pancakes with condensed milk
• 5c grilled rice sticks (Walking Street Market, Chiang Mai)
• Duo chocolate tarts (made by street kids in Vietnam)
• McGriddles
• Pinkberry yoghurt
• Anything from Café Central, Siem Reap
• Anything from Khan Market, New Delhi
• Anything from Hoi An or Siem Reap


Top Tip:
Combine your trip with an event or an experience. For example, my time in Borneo was made more exciting because I climbed Mt Kinabalu; and I still can’t believe I was actually there at the netball gold medal match at the Commonwealth Games.


What’s next?
In some ways, I feel I have gotten the ’year-off backpacking’ bug out of my system. I finally experienced university dorm life in Whistler and spent months backpacking across Asia with the 20-something crowd.


Living in Canada made me realise just how easy it is to move to another country though, so my aim is to move overseas by February 2013 – just as soon as I decide on a location! I would love to live in New York - my favourite destination of the trip - but living in Europe would be amazing as well. I wish I could stop time and do it all!


My bucket list is always growing, but some of my 'must-dos' include:
 
1. Hiking the Inca Trail
2. Exploring Tanzania and Kenya and hiking with the mountain gorillas in Uganda
3. Attending Wimbledon
4. Island-hopping in the Caribbean
5. Going back to New York
6. Visiting Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany
7. Attending the Olympic Games
8. Exploring Egypt, Syria, and Jordan
9. Experiencing ANZAC Day at Gallipoli

Friday June 10th

After showering, I left the hostel at 7am to grab a quick breakfast, as I had a 4.5 hour bus ride ahead of me to New York. I checked out of the hostel without waking my dormmate – she had told me the night before that she was catching a 7:30 bus to New York, but maybe she meant 7:30pm as she had made no signs of stirring by the time I’d left.

Being the tightwad backpacker that I’ve become, I walked to the metro and took a train to Union Station, rather than a taxi as I could of. I arrived with plenty of time to spare but the bus depot was difficult to find. After a few laps of the station, I happened upon a directory which showed the bus departure location – well and truly hidden up several set of stairs. There was a large queue of people for the bus, with every departure (every half hour, 24 hours a day) sold out for the day.


The bus was really well equipped – plenty of leg room; free wi-fi; even power outlets at each set. The 4.5 hour trip passed quickly as I played on my laptop, and we pulled into New York City just after 1pm. Thanks to the free wi-fi, I’d written down walking instructions to the hotel – 12 blocks north and 5 blocks east of the bus drop-off location. The walk didn’t take too long (apparently, 16 blocks in New York is equivalent to one mile), and I arrived at the grand old Roosevelt Hotel at about 1:40pm. It was too early to check-in (check-in was at 3pm), so I stored my bags whilst I waited for Amy to arrive (we had scheduled to meet at 2pm in the lobby).


Just after 2pm, Amy walked in with a mountain of shopping bags. She had arrived in New York the day before, and had already headed out to explore the local shopping (more on that soon!) First things first though – we were starving. The closest place was an Irish pub (which seem to be located on every street corner), where we enjoyed magnificent bowls of French onion soup for only $6 – a good start to the trip!


By the time we finished lunch it was check-in time, so we retrieved our bags and went up to our room … which was tiny! It consisted of a queen bed with very little room to manoeuvre around it, and a tiny little bathroom. New York real estate is expensive I guess!


We weren’t in New York to stay in our hotel room though: we were there to see the Backstreet Boys – and shop!! Exiting the hotel, we made our way down to Times Square, which was only a few blocks away. “On your marks, get set: go” – let the shopping begin! Sharyn had told me about a 4 storey Forever 21 store at Times Square, so we made a beeline there (I think we spent 1.5 hours in it!) I emerged triumphant with 4 items, whilst Amy purchased a few dresses at H&M (which always looks like a bomb has hit it!) Also on Times Square was the 3 storey M&M World and the Hershey’s store, which had the newly released aerated Hershey’s Kisses – yum!

Everywhere you looked, there were a hundred more stores to visit; famous restaurants or sights; and billboards advertising Broadway shows. We really were in New York!! I’d instantly fallen in love – this was my kind of city!

As the sun set over Manhattan, the lights in Times Square started to twinkle, and the New York of postcards emerged. We purchased tickets to see a comedy show the next night, starring comedians best known from the Letterman Show, and also bought the required ‘I Love New York’ t-shirts from one of the numerous souvenir stores. It was close to 11pm by the time we made our way back to the hotel, laden down with bags. This would be a fun (expensive?) few days!

With the heat as bad as yesterday, I was taking no chances and took the metro out to Arlington Cemetery. Arlington Cemetery is an American War cemetery, with the best known tomb being that of J.F.K. At first, I wandered through random graves, taking in the little aspects – the number of stars at the top (representing the rank of a general killed); the age of death; the war fought. The number of gravestones is staggering, as is the size of the cemetery – it’s just a continuous set of rolling hills and white tombstones.


J.F.K.’s tombstone lies towards the back of the cemetery – a simple plaque lying on the ground, next to two of his children’s and his wife, Grace’s. A few hundred metres away lies the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which is under constant guard by a member of the Armed Forces. I watched the changing of the guard take place here, as it takes place every half an hour, and felt sorry for the soldier (who was decked out in full dress uniform) – it was 40 degrees! The Americans really do pomp and ceremony well though.


Next stop was Embassy Row, which began at Dupont Circle on Massachusetts Avenue. Washington D.C. has the most number of embassies in the world, and they are all extraordinarily beautiful buildings. There were some really random countries as well – Togo; Madagascar; Malawi; whilst South Korea had three buildings! I couldn’t find the Australian embassy – what a shame, as I’d really hoped to run into Kim Beazley (not!) who is the Australian ambassador to the USA. One thing I found of interest was a mosque at the end of the embassy strip, with the flags of Muslim nations flying in the front.


Although it was earlier than I had planned to come back to the hostel, it was too hot to remain outside and continue sightseeing. Back at the hostel I watched ‘Made of Honour’ with Patrick Dempsey (a run-of-the-mill romantic comedy); caught up on my blog and did my laundry.


At 6pm, all dressed up, I had some dinner and then headed to the Verizon Centre for … the Glee concert! Although it started at 7:30, the venue didn’t open until 6:30, and there was a large queue to get inside. Luckily, it moved quickly and I was inside soon enough.


I had a good seat – not on the floor but only slightly elevated from the stage, and had a clear view of the performers. First up was a dance troupe, who performed crazy stunts on stage for twenty minutes, and then it was what we were all waiting for – Glee! It kickstarted with a message from ‘Mr Schu’ and the evil Jane Lynch via video-screen, before the whole gang appeared on stage for ‘Don’t Stop Believing’, their big hit from Season 1.


Whilst there was no special guest appearance from either Matthew Morrison or Gwyneth Paltrow, each cast member had their time to shine. ‘Kurt’ performed a rousing rendition of Beyonce’s ‘Single Ladies’, backed up by Heather Morris who was actually a back-up dancer for Beyonce. Heather performed Britney’s ‘I’m a Slave For You’, dressed as per Britney’s film clip in a tiny green bikini-like outfit. Artie made it out of his wheelchair to perform ‘Safety Dance’, and the boys rocked out to Rebecca Black’s ‘Friday’, which had become such a cult hit (even Katy Perry does a version of it during her concerts!)


After an hour and a half of performing, the lights came down on the show. Feeling particularly ‘Gleeky’, I stopped by the retail outlet on my way out and purchased an ‘I Like Boys’ shirt (unless you’re a Gleek, you won’t get the significance). It was raining slightly as I walked back to the hostel, but the rain was a welcome relief to the hot weather. Back at the hostel, I printed off my bus reservation for tomorrow and then fell into bed, still singing Glee songs to myself. New York tomorrow

Wednesday June 8th

With only two of us in the dorm, I had one of the best sleeps I’ve had on this trip. I had scheduled myself to awake at 7am but didn’t get up until 8am, but ultimately it didn’t matter. My dorm mate was still asleep when I left the room, having to pack up and leave my bag at reception as I needed to change rooms that afternoon.

At breakfast, I saw an absolutely horrifying sight. You know how you see the pictures in the Guinness Book of Records of the people with fingernails a metre long, coiled round and round? Well, there was a lady who had those horrifyingly long nails! She wasn’t a bum either – she was dressed professionally for a day of work! Could you imagine living with that?

After breakfast (and the purchase of water bottle #1), it was off to the National Mall for my long day of adventuring. Obviously the Washington DC weather bureau (or God) didn’t get the memo, because it was hot. 100 degrees Fahrenheit hot (40 degrees Celsius), and it only got hotter as the day progressed. The first stop was the White House, a tie with the US Capitol as the most memorable building in Washington D.C. From the front, it wasn’t too imposing, although I’m sure there is far more to the building than meets the eye. After yesterday’s tour of the International Spy Museum, I was on the lookout everywhere for undercover agents and secret service, of which there were plenty in plain sight.


From 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, I walked past the US Treasury (an absolutely massive building!) to the rear of the White House, which was a little more interesting than the front but still not as imposing as the movies make out. Whilst here, the first of several motorcades came blaring past – with only five cars in the cavalcade, I don’t think it was the president – maybe Joe Biden? Next was the Washington Monument, a stone building that towers over Washington like an Egyptian Obelisk.


Dying from heat, I entered into the Museum of American History for a cool-down. This was a really cool and interactive museum based on American history (duh!) and culture, with regularly rotating displays. The red ruby slippers from the Wizard of Oz were on display on the third floor, whilst the second floor house the top hat Abraham Lincoln was wearing when he was shot. My favourite exhibition though was the First Ladies – a display of the gowns and accessories they wore to the inauguration balls. Michelle Obama’s Jason Wu dress was on display, as were dresses from Martha Washington and the most gorgeous flapper dress I’ve ever seen!


At midday, I decided to tackle the heat again, and armed with drink bottle #3 I made my way to the World War II Memorial. On the inset was a fountain and water feature, whilst flanking it were columns, each inscribed with a state of the United States of America. Near the WWII Memorial were several other war memorials, including those dedicated to the Vietnam and Korean Wars.


Set at the end of the Mall, nearing the border with Virginia, is the Lincoln Memorial. Inside is the well-known and imposing statue of a sitting Abraham Lincoln, and the two opposing walls house the words of his Gettysburg Address and Second Inaugural Address, his two most famous speeches. This was definitely my favourite part of Washington D.C. so far.


After completing the loop of the Washington Mall, it was time for lunch. It was so nice to be out of the heat, which was really quite dangerous now. Although I had most of the National Mall to continue, I just couldn’t bear to be out in the heat any longer, and headed back to the hostel via the National Archives. I wanted to see the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights but the line-up was too long, so it was back to the hostel for a few hours inside. Checking into my new room, I’d actually been allocated a private room to share with one other person as the dorms were fully booked – score for me!


At 4:30pm I ventured outdoors again, hoping it would be cooler. It wasn’t. I dragged myself down via Chinatown to see the US Capitol. I was quite surprised to find you could walk on its lawn, right up to the steps! From there, I walked down to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, as my sources told me it was open until 7:30 tonight. It wasn’t. It was too hot to do any more exploring, so I walked to the nearest Metro station, which happened to be Union Station. After eating dinner, I hopped the metro (all 4 minutes of it) back to the hostel, and watched Community on my laptop in the air-conditioning.

Tuesday June 7th

Up early, I was glad to leave the hostel, if not Boston – there was just a bad vibe about my dorm room and dorm mates. After dressing and checking out, I walked across to the metro station and made my way to the airport. Although the trip sounds difficult (walk to the metro; catch red line 4 stops; transfer to blue line and go 4 stops; catch shuttle bus from metro station to airport), in reality the trip was very simple, quick, and cheap.

As I checked into the flight, I noticed a large group of American soldiers farewelling their loved ones – off to Afghanistan I assume? With another Australian death in Afghanistan – this time, a 23 year old on his second day of deployment – my thoughts are with Mark quite often, and seeing the soldiers make me a little teary. He will be fine though!!

The flight to Washington DC was on a mini plane (like the Dash 8 that fly between Canberra and Sydney) and took just over an hour. Again, I took public transport into Washington DC – for only $1.85, it took me almost directly to the hostel, and was probably speedier than catching a shuttle bus or taxi (and obviously a lot cheaper!)

I was able to check into my room slightly before check-in time. I’d booked a premium dorm which meant only 4 beds, and I was the first one in – only joined by one other person that night. After sharing with 3, 5, 7 and even 23 (yep, in Bangkok) people, having one person is a luxury! The room was also spacious and clean, and the hostel had plenty of lounging areas with an excellent wi-fi connection, so I was stoked.

Although the hostel was located only blocks from the National Mall, I wanted to keep the surprise until tomorrow, so I headed the opposite direction to explore the rest of the city. I was instantly in love with Washington D.C. – just when Boston had laid a hand on the title of best city in the world, Washington D.C. makes a late play for the title! Everywhere you looked there were historic buildings of national significance – the Treasury Building; the building where Abraham Lincoln was shot; Smithsonian Museums – and one of the great things about D.C. is that almost everything is free!


The one thing that isn’t free is the International Spy Museum, which the guidebook gave raving reviews about, but when I stumbled upon it I decided to pay the admission fee of $18 and visit. It was a look at spies over the centuries – their tools (i.e. rectal kits, shoe phones); techniques (i.e. disguises); and famous spies over history. It was very interactive as well – we even had to memorise a new identity at the start and had to answer questions about our new identity throughout the visit. I was quite fascinated by the historic look of spies – for example, many people believe that William Shakespeare’s books were works of codes and Machiavelli was a famous code maker; and there were large sections devoted to the codes used in the World Wars. I left the museum thinking about applying to ASIO – wouldn’t travelling the world as a blonde backpacker be a great disguise? I could make my secret drops at pop concerts around the world!


From the Spy Museum, I headed south (I think?) and found the National Archives, which holds the original Declaration of Independence, and added that to my list of things to see tomorrow. It is directly opposite the FBI Headquarters, which unfortunately had stopped running their tours whilst re-development occurs – I would love to have seen Booth (from Bones) or the Criminal Minds gang! (Yes, I do realise these are fictional characters on TV shows ….)


Back at the hostel, I spent a few hours on the internet uploading photos; making arrangements to get to New York on Friday; buying a new Glee ticket; and making my plans for tomorrow. It was 11pm by the time I fell asleep, and I needed my beauty sleep – it was to be a long day tomorrow!

Monday June 6th

Today my plan was to follow the Freedom Trail across Boston. After oatmeal for breakfast at McDonalds, I hopped the train to Park Station, which was the starting point for the trail. I grabbed a map and then followed the signs to the first point. Everywhere I turned, there were men and women dressed as historic characters taking tourists (mostly school kids) on walking tours of the trail. Without a guide, the trail became nothing more than a group of buildings, so I started veering off track.


The first off track moment came at Quincy Market, an outdoor shopping community. I wasn’t here to shop, but I did browse the coolest Christmas store I have ever seen. It was two floors and had Christmas ornaments for everything you could imagine – they’d even set-up a tree in a shoe addict theme!


I made my way across to the Harbour, where I found ‘Sargent’s Wharf’, and across the bridge to more sights on the Freedom Trail. It was easier to follow now as there was red paint marked on the footpath and the road. On my way back into town was TD Stadium. This was of interest for two reasons, one being that it was where the Glee concert was supposed to have taken place tonight, and two being it was the place where the third game of the Stanley Cup play-offs was taking place tonight against Vancouver (go Canucks!!)


I made my way back to Fenuil Hall, which was located inside Quincy Market. It comprised 40 ‘street-carts’ – pizza, pretzels, bagels, brownies – you name it! After much debate – and steering clear of the tempting brownies – I had a bagel for lunch, before checking out the souvenir stores below (there was even a ‘Cheers’ store, as the original bar that Cheers was based on is located in Boston, very much a tourist trap now).


Having now done the Freedom Trail, however bad a job it may have been, I spent some time exploring the Boston CBD – including ducking into a H&M store. After a few hours of R&R in the hostel, it was time for dinner. There weren’t a lot of options around the hostel but there was a food court down the road, which I made a beeline for. After a few bites of a terrible Chinese meal, I remembered there was a Pinkberry store nearby. Pinkberry is a new addiction after first tasting it in Los Angeles (although I haven’t actually found another store up until now) of frozen yoghurt, topped with whatever toppings you like. Small salted caramel frozen yoghurt with hazelnut praline and yoghurt chips, coming right up!


The hostel didn’t have a TV room to watch the hockey, so I followed it on my laptop. Just as well, as the Canucks went down 8-1. Lucky it’s a best of 7!

Sunday June 5th

As I’d crashed after arriving at the hostel last night, I had a few chores to do before my 10:30am tour of Harvard – the primary one being to get money out! I’d given every spare cent to the shuttle driver last night (and still hadn’t had enough for a tip) so an ATM was the first stop.


After printing out my tour ticket online, I caught the ‘T’ (public transport) down to Harvard. As it was still only 9:30am, I had an hour in which to walk around the area. Harvard University is actually located in Cambridge, and the city and the university enjoy a fierce rivalry. On my self-led tour, I walked past an ex-house of George Washington’s; the Kennedy Law Centre; and the old women’s college.


At 10:30, I joined about 50 other people on a ‘Hahvahd’ Tour – so called because Bostonians don’t pronounce their ‘r’s’. Our tour guide was a third year religious studies major – but don’t hold that again him, as he was hysterical. Over the course of 70 minutes, he told us numerous fascinating stories about the college (a couple: the night before exams start, thousands of students line up outside the John Harvard statue and yell to relieve tension - whilst naked!; a 1911 graduate had a library dedicated to his honour of 1915, merely 4 years after graduation – because he died on the Titanic, trying to rescue a precious book, etc etc). We saw the largest library, which apparently has 5 miles of book shelves; the dormitory window where Tommy Lee Jones and Al Gore shared a room as freshmen; the John Harvard statue, known as the statue of 3 lies (he wasn’t the founder of Harvard; it’s not his impression; and the year of foundation is incorrect).


Harvard really is a beautiful University, and very much upper class. The buildings are all red brick, with some dating back to the 17th century. I loved it so much I was keen to join up – they accept 1200 undergraduates a year, and a year’s tuition, board and food is about $54,000 (hmm … might need a scholarship!)


On completion of the tour, I headed to the largest souvenir store, known as the Harvard Co-Op, for some shopping. I’d always wanted a Harvard sweatshirt (hoodie), although that’s not what I ended up buying. I walked out with a book on Harvard’s history, a t-shirt, water bottle, magnet, key-ring, and postcards!


After lunch at a hip Harvard hang-out (see, I fit in here already!), I took the T back to the hostel. I got off one stop early and enjoyed a walk in the sunshine, along one of the many beautiful streets here. There were heaps of people on the street, making their way to Fenway Park (home of the Boston Red Sox, baseball team). I arrived back at the hostel to do some laundry – very much needed! – and play on my laptop.

The Hangover 2 was playing at 6:50pm at the nearby cinema, and I decided to head out at 4:30 for a few more hours of sightseeing. I went in the complete opposite direction of the cinema – on purpose of course! – and ended up finding the main ‘cool strip’ of Boston. It had numerous restaurants, shops and theatres on it, so it filled in my time adequately.


At 6pm, I walked back in the opposite direction, and ended up finding Fenway Park, home of the Boston Red Sox. Did you know that baseball has the most number of games per year of any of the major sports? They play six times a week! I think a match must have just finished as there were people in Red Sox shirts and caps streaming out and into the pubs. Just past the park was the cinema, which was a proper cinema complex but the movie theatre itself was tiny! Every seat was taken, and the crowd laughed ferociously the whole way through – the movie was hysterical! I don’t know if I really needed to see a lady-boy up close and personal like that though …

I walked back to the hostel just as it went dark, grabbing Subway on the way (I hope they have flatbread in Australia as well – I’m addicted to it here!) After some more blogging, I was asleep at about 11pm.