Don’t you hate it when you wake up a few minutes before your alarm is due to ring? What do you do with those free moments? Go back to sleep? Get up?
I got up. I had all ready packed, all set there, just strapped my backpack and side bag over my shoulder.
Typically I used Uber overseas, it was a bit more reliable vs Lyft but I did ride with both at some point on my trip.
A driver selected me so I waited. I waited more, his car didn’t move. Over 4 minutes they sat in the same place
WTH man. So a quick search revealed my journey was less than a mile, no one wanted to do a short run like that.
I still felt I had time so I canceled this ride and requested another. And another driver sat in his spot for a couple of minutes before I had to cancel again.
Finally after calling 3x, a car shows up, a friendly chap is behind the wheel.
I made it through security with plenty of time to make the gate before boarding. Of course I carried everything, the checked luggage lines were always very long.
Be sure to always carry a pen in your bag. Borrow one from your airline, hotel, dr office, toss it into your bag and forget about it. You’ll always need a pen for filling out the document to get into the country.
Our first leg was only to Iceland, so perhaps just over an hour or maybe 2. A breeze.
Then we landed in Reykjavik where we deplaned 60’s style out onto the tarmac, into the terminal, directly onto another plane. We waited for 10 minutes or something.
We were informed a few times that the Aurora Borealis viewing was perfect, just stop by a desk in the terminal and they would change your reservation.
Really the changig of planes is a waste of time but hey cheap tickets. I knew I was coming back, I just had to do it right, get a car, drive all around the coast was my plan. Over a week.
Another take off and landing, perhaps 3 hours, not too bad. Enough for a bit of shut-eye, just meditated with my eyes closed. Tried to get into the music.
I turned my slip of paper to the TSA guy who had me put both bags through another X-ray machine.
Soon I had to do the awkward take a photo of yourself, swipe your passport and hope they let you through.
The certified traveler option seems great, hardly a line. Yet it is the fingerprinting that really bothers me. Like I’m a criminal, they need my fingerprints. I don’t have anything to hide true, so why not take my side as a US citizen vs presuming I may or will commit a crime where fingerprints are necessary?
I was fearful for an inquisition due to how long I’d been gone but no, a single question then the border guard told me,
‘Get in here, we’ve been waiting on yas.’ I was home, back in the US of A!!
Boston man, let me tell you about a city. I dig Boston, a whole lot. It is great. Bill Burr says Boston is like San Franscico but racist and homophobic.
I was so excited to find a hostel near the prestigious Berklee College of Music, one of the top music schools in the US if not the world.
At least I could check in thanks to the wasted time on that layover. I located a free bus into town where I had to transfer to another streetcar line.
We had nearly crested over the pass to merge onto the highway when police sirens blared every car to a grinding halt. For over half an hour.
All that for Hillery Clinton’s entourage of blacked out SUVs. Heard it over the bus driver’s radio, ‘Remain at attention for Sec Clinton.’
Man if that don’t tell you what is wrong with our political system I don’t know what else you need to know.
How can you lead a group of people when you don’t know what traffic is? Where everything takes 15 minutes to get to because you have an escort, all the lights turn green? Ruling class now officially.
I just laughed, whatever. I knew who I was voting for.
To my delight once I arrived at my stop, I was in the midst of free piano month. For the entire month of September the city had placed several pianos for people to play, free.
One of these pianos was in front of a coffee shop next to my hostel. Score!
School had just left out so I procured a cup and pulled up a seat while a couple of kids took turns playing amazing piano pieces.
The cool sea breeze was blowing. Cars blared their horns, people yelled. A lot.
I had spied a noodle house near the corner so that was my dinner of choice. A steaming bowl of noodles in broth will bring most anyone back to life.
I checked in and headed to a place I had tried to go the last time I was in Boston, about 3 years ago my family went to a Sox game.
Bukowski Bar was near my hostel just a few block walk.
Fortunately there was a 7-11 on the way, I get to use ATMs for free at stores thanks to my little credit union.
It turned out the bar I went to is cash only. Good beer selection, the ballgame on, good times. Another round bartender.
A nice night to walk home in the crisp Boston air.
Beer Sam Adams Boston Lager
Song Paul Simon Homeward Bound
Song Paul Simon Homew