America day 11

And on the eleventh day it did rain. And the motorways were flooded with spray coming from trucks which made driving from New York to Boston difficult espically when your idiotic GPS TOM TOM(nicknamed TIM TIM as in nice-but-dim) sends you through the upper west side of Manhattan to reach the interstate. Silly machine. At least Llion can now say hes driven through Manhattan.

Anyways not much to report on the journey just a lot of water bad drivers in other vehicles and a bit of a scramble to get the car back in time. Returned it to the car hire company with 5 mins to spare....Phew!

We caught the T train (underground) to the hotel which it turns out is far too posh for the likes of us. Apparantly the president stays here when he's in Boston. Yep, we feel like the beverly hillbillies right now. I'm going to start whittling and ems going start brewing up a batch of moonshine!

After we settled in we headed out to a pub called the rattlesnake bar where a guy called Nick (Who I will mention again!) who knew his beers recommended some excellent ales for us all to try. We moved onto the uno cafe grill where some excellent little burgers were had along with some newcastle brown ale on draft. yummy. A quick stop for a highland park 18 yr old (Me) and a Laproigh 10 (her) in the Whiskey bar, and then home for sweet sweet sleep.