Canada 2014 - Day 13 - Heading south

We were leaving the cabin today heading back into civilisation with the Boston suburbs being our destination. You see, apparently Boston us the most expensive place to stay in the US, shading NYC and LA. Prices for el cheapo rooms start at over £200 plus parking of £30 a day. No thanks. So we booked a place outside of Boston to use as a base camp and will commute in with the locals, that can't go wrong.

We checked out of the cabin and sat in the car abusing the free wifi when the maid came to clean up our place, so we thought we'd better get out of there before a Benny Hill style chase happened.

It was quite a few miles today, so we took shifts behind the wheel and munched through the miles. Around lunchtime we made it into Maine, the home of every Stephen King horror. We checked constantly for killer clowns but they were hiding particularly well.

We found a place to have lunch, there was a flag outside saying 'open', and neon light in the window saying open and a sign on the door saying open. It was closed.mso we went across the road to a bistro place and had the closest thing to a healthy lunch since we've been here. Martin was particularly impressed with the wavy toast so Mark took a pic before Martin woofed it all done.

Whilst in Maine we thought we'd check out a nearby lighthouse. We got there and immediately felt at home; we were in a place called New England, it was cold, there was some rain, we were on the Atlantic and it was a bit shit.

Mark was innocently taking pictures of the worlds dimmest lighthouse when he was attacked by killer birds (probably from some Steven King book), here's the evidence:

Back on the road we were heading down the freeway when signs came for a toll road ahead. We opted for avoiding tolls, but the new route probably cost us more in fuel than the toll would have cost, but it was a more scenic route anyway.

At the hotel we attempted to check in but the computers were broken so we had to wait a while as the staff panicked and ran around in OMG mode. We opted not to tell them what we did for a living and just made funny quips which I'm sure they appreciated. 

After checking in we nipped back to the car to get the bags and heard a fairly loud hissing noise with water pissing from somewhere near the back. We figured this may be important, worried about it for a bit, then it stopped so we figured it was maybe the aircon? Oh well, just a few hundred miles to go!

We went for something a bit different on the evening, instead of going for burgers we opted for Italian. For Mark this meant a healthy pizza, for Martin it was a bottomless pit of clam stuff. So that means for the second time this holiday we'd done a day without chips, how unimaginable.

Back at the hotel it was open mic night and most of the bands on went down the route of comedic songs that they'd written so we just had a quick drink of whatever would get us out of there quickest and called it a night.

Today is national poem day so we thought we would write a poem. 

We adlibbed this in the car and it was the greatest poem in the world, ever. However when we came to write it down, we couldn't remember the greatest poem in the world so this is just a tribute.

The rain in Maine is such a pain, it didn't fall mainly on the plain, how lame, it drove me insane, such a shame.