(^188) Worcester – Boston - 70 km
My last day of cycling in the US arrived far too soon, and a pleasant
descent took me into Boston. Along a cycle path, I raced past tiny
settlements and trees in full autumn colours, making my way into the
heart of Boston.
I was happy and sad to reach Boston. It marked the end of my trip
through the Americas, which started in Ushuaia, Argentina, many
moons ago. It was time to relax, put my feet up, and look for a flight
to a different part of the world—hopefully, to a place with a slightly
warmer climate.
I spent a few days in Boston, exploring this pleasant city and its
numerous interesting sights and organising my flight out. I
meandered the city’s historic downtown, featuring well-preserved
architecture where old buildings sit comfortably next to modern ones.
I ambled past pricy Victorian brownstone townhouses across from the
Salt-and-Pepper Bridge and along the Charles Riverbanks.
Rumours suggested that bike boxes were available at the airport, but
after phoning two airlines neither had any boxes for sale. Eventually,
Back Bay Cycles boxed the bicycle.
As always, the longer I stayed, the more interesting the city became.
Boston was beautiful, friendly, culturally rich and far older than
expected. Founded in 1630 by the English, it’s also where, between
1765 and 1783, citizens revolted against the British. Fed up with the
high taxes levied by Britain, the Boston Tea Party was formed. I found
this all remarkably fascinating.
leana
(Leana)
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