Everything is so much closer on the east coast. It was like Europe, only an hour or 2 bus ride or train, and you were in a different state.
Today it was Boston to Providence via a local bus line. Very affordable.
I took the long walk to the bus depot passing through Chinatown for some sweet pics.
There was a craft coffee shop nearly in front of the bus depot, I got a cup to go. I think it was Guatemalan coffee.
Hurry up and wait! We gathered near the area our bus would arrive and watched the time pass by slowly! It was a bit late.
Still for perhaps 20$ this was not a bad deal at all. I only wish the train was as affordable.
I can at least say I’ve been through Pawtucket.
Once again I had arrived before check in time, plus rain was due! I needed shelter for a few hours. Ah a pub!
I tell you no sooner had I entered, it rained hard for a good half hour or more. Tremendous amount of rain.
I had to get clam chowda, even though I am not a huge clam fan, the dish would warm you up. A regional favorite.
The guy behind the bar said there was a chowda for every state, even some cities used tomatoes or some other shellfish, whatever was around.
After a couple pints, a beer rep arrived and handed me a bottle opener, as well as another beer.
We talked a while, he kept buying, He seemed like a nice enough bloke. Very suburban though, like a lot of the mid cities guys I knew back in DFW.
I didn’t have much else going on plus it was still raining, no sightseeing today.
Still raining when he left. I felt it best to call a car to arrive precisely at my hostel.
It was located in a neighborhood, on the other side of the tracks. A multi story house affair. Felt very Amityville horror style.
Seems the workers got top and ground floors, I was stashed in a room with several bunks, all I was assured would be empty tonight. So far.
There was 5 of us in total staying or living at the hostel, going out tonight. They had all ready decided to close up and go out by the time I checked in.
I hung out in the TV room where they had hooked up a gaming system to be their playlist player via youtube. I was DJ.
They mainly wanted to listen to 21 Pilots Stressed Out.
We all piled into a Uber van and zoomed to a pub downtown. I bought 1st round, I laid that gauntlet down son!
It was a real Irish pub, with private booths and all. I chatted up a friend of one of the hostel employees. She seemed pretty amazed I had just been to Ireland.
She was about to move or stay there awhile. I don’t think she knew how long, her family still lived there so she always had a place to stay.
Man I sure wish I had some overseas relatives to visit!
I was envious of some friends that spent summers or vacations at their relatives in another country. That is a valuable experience to have.
My relatives just lived in different parts of Texas, parts you’d only like to visit for a day.
We kept drinking, the ladies located a dance club, but I rolled with it, chatting up a couple of the guys.
The ladies here oh man, they went hard. Shots, mixed drinks, shots. More shots.
I had to stop drinking beers, everyone took turns buying shots. I maintained.
Of course people became separated, drama, the usual. I tried to hang around a couple of the people I knew.
Outside was an immense open area that many congregated that had food trucks.
Somehow everyone was together suddenly and a van was called. We were so loud in the van, just hopping over each other and everything.
A fine night in Providence!
Onwards to New York City!
Beer Sweet Baby Jesus!
Song Lightning Bolt Dracula Mountain