'How to lose a colony 101'
I walked the 'Freedom Trail', a three-hour walk originating in the heart of the city and finishing across the river and at up a slight hill. I followed the 'red brick road' past all the historical sights telling the history of the revolutionary war and how it began in Boston. The pamphlet was handy in explaining these 'old' sites. Being a Welshman I have different view of what old or ancient is... nevertheless, some parts of the city were unchanged since the late 1600s.
As well as the old, the city was constantly full of contrast between the old and new. There was no better example than this of an old Catholic Church sat right next to a towering, glimmering skyscraper.
Apart from the 'Freedom Trail', I visited a jazz bar, a Second World War destroyer, and the Christian Science Centre. When I asked the female representative how this particular sect of Christianity was different to other denominations, she looked on very blank at me and could only recite how many members they had worldwide. So I decided to leave the woman who didn't understand her own religion. The Centre did have a unique Mapparium, a glass sphere you'd walk into which was essentially an inverted political globe of Earth.
Near the Bunker Hill Monument, after I had climbed it, I bought some water from a vendor on the street. His sign read:
"That's a peculiar way to spell water." I told the vendor.
"Yeah, well that how we say it." he replied.
"Oh right, phonetic is it?"
"You say what?"
"Thanks for the wat-ER" I said as I turned.
I left the imbecilic cretin with a little laughter but also with a pang of dread.
