Boston now. I should probably go over what happened on the last day or so in NYC, so I will.

Friday we went to the Museum of Modern Art, mainly because my mate wanted to see Starry Night by Van Gogh, his fave artist. It wasn't too bad (the place, not the painting), but I've seen so many museums and art galleries already I'm a bit worn out with it all.

Then we went to Staten Island, mainly because we wanted to go on a ferry past the Statue of Liberty, and the ferry there is free (recommended by a friendly woman who apparently stank of booze, according to my accomplice). As soon as we got off the ferry we went past a guy on a bench, pissing himself. Good first impression, I must admit. Nevertheless, we sauntered into the first bar we found (an Irish Pub, apparently, but I wouldn't be fooled) and proceeded to succumb to the local friendliness of the Island. It certainly had a different feel to the rest of New York, and we played much pool with the handful of locals there (with the rules varying at points as we adapted to the American style of pool). Several hours and a good few Yuenglings later and a good time was had by all.

Saturday we went to the Natural History Museum, which was certainly very comprehensive, but we weren't really in the mood to go around everything there, so never mind. Amongst a couple of other sojourns, such as seeing the Flatiron Building thing (big wedge thing), we went to a restaurant in Little Italy, one of many it seems. Nice food, though.

So to Sunday, and a long 4 1/2 hour Greyhound trip to Boston, and a night out drinking. Now it's daytime on the Monday to go and see the tourist sights - I'm gonna be busy. Boston's got a lot of history it seems. Time to get some tea bags.