We left Nova Scotia 2ish weeks ago. We were lucky to have a ride from Coldbrook to Boston, and loaded up with snacks and our luggage we set off at 4.30 in the morning somewhat towards Australia.
The people of Boston were bloody awesome! The homeless to the rich where all beautifully delightful, it was if the whole city was in on an underlying good-natured joke. People were quirky, interesting and seemed just generally pretty happy about life, even ordering a coffee the employees gave me the warm and fuzzies. We caught up with a few couriers there and discovered that Boston was old school; they still use paper for work! Mental!
I can’t remember the name of this young man, but if you’re reading this msg us and we will property tag this image.
We caught a Greyhound at 12 O’clock at night after 2 days in Boston and sat next to a pumpkin of a lady who was very close to bursting out of her pleather jacket which was nails on a chalk board every time she shifted, she also snored a base line and violently coughed.
But…we arrived in New York and it was magic.
We hit the city like a wall, and we enjoyed the brightly sign-lit people free streets with the sun rising and traveling down each channel of buildings from the East.
A slow drag of our awkward luggage up 7th avenue at 5.30 in the morning and we made it to our hotel. We shed all our unnecessary layers of clothing and the bulging jackets, which had pairs of shorts, books and undies in all pockets from trying to make 6 bags into 4 to avoid extra baggage charges on the Greyhound. And we set out to do some tour-ist-ing!
As New York stories go ours isn’t very interesting. We walked and talked and looked and occasionally photographed. I saw a friend, ate subway and watched TV. The next day we woke, we packed, and we caught a cab to the airport. New York done.
Being in Sydney for a few weeks now, we have shaken off a few headaches and a welcome home gift of the flu from my father, we have gotten into the swing of things. We quickly gathered ourselves up, looked for the best bike shop and the freest things to do around Sydney.
We play tennis each morning and we drive to the beach for a 30 minute dip and then eat all the bulgingly juicy fruit and vegetables and I show Dan a few Australian specialties like Cherry Ripe’s, Weis Bars, proper mango’s and Blue Tongue Lizards.
We had been waiting and anticipating the delivery of our London goodies and they finally came yesterday. Dan, too excited to bother with grease, put his together to take it for a ride, a new chain and new bar tape, it looked stunning.
I have to wait for some new wheels to come in from our new favorite Sydney Bike shop, Cheeky Transport, but once those babies are in I will be flying about town again.