On the Freedom Trail

First, an apology to our readers. We wish we could have posted sooner, but tropical rainstorms, trying to locate Foodtown, kitchen fires, hostel Olympics, and the like have kept us pretty busy. From now on, we vow that wherever Wi-fi can be found, we will be found, dutifully blogging away.

We have no memory of what really happened during our epic journey from Boston, Massachusetts to Auckland, New Zealand. However, we unearthed some notes apparently written by ourselves during that voyage. Here is a transcript of those pages.

Blog Entry 2: On the Freedom Trail

Crazy realizations

1. We are moving with the sun. On our plane. It never gets dark.

Boston to L.A. Flight: observations about fellow passengers

1. Reviewing chem.
2. Actually reading Skymall magazine
3. Books:
1. Divine Justice
2. Winston Churchill biography
3. The Mighty Bluefin
4. The Elegance of the Hedgehog (best)
5. Crazy electronic book of technology
4. Napping
5. Hand-held ping pong game
6. Magazines
1. Ok Magazine: Article: TV Divas
7. Looking at a map of Australia
8. Spying on other passengers
9. Making weird eye contact with people trying to spy on other passengers.

Entertainment supplies we brought along

1. Really teeny deck of cards
2. Wives and Daughters BBC Series
3. Room with a View: the movie

Traveler’s Token: Anything BBC entertainment-wise will suffice.

4. Snacks
1. Trail mix
2. Swedish fish
5. Neck pillow, courtesy of Liz’s mom

Brilliant/Funky Ideas On-Route

1. An ocean, candy-land style, full of Swedish fish, full also of gummy octopus, jellyfish, etc.
2. Why is the music played on airplanes always wrong/uncomfy?
3. Who is this higher power who makes said musical selections?

Listening to: September by Earth, Wind & Fire

Quote of the blog: “I didn’t travel all this way just to leave my uke on some plane in L.A!” – Zoë, said with ‘tude. [No worries, she didn’t.]

Traveler’s Token: It really doesn’t help to be a bossy know-it-all to other travelers when going through security, okay?! ‘Tude and back-sass are never welcome.