Moscow-Boston-Moscow
Oh Boston)))
So, my belated mini-report))):
It was in the near 2009, the month of May, as it was stated in the top thread) I went to Boston.
Visa, tickets, flight Morkva-Zurich-Logan everything went smoothly, only in Switzerland the connecting transfer was reduced, but in return for this, in the electric train from gate to gate, when traveling in the tunnel, the sounds of wild and domestic animals turned on, unexpectedly, as on attraction in the amusement park it seems.
The flight itself seems not so tiring, you sit and watch movies in English. getting ready.
And now, that feeling that embraces you (even with time on a subconscious level it lives and does not let go), when you look out the window and see something that you have never seen before, with your own eyes and it grows closer, puts you where you wanted to strive. ) Lights, if it is in the evening, and it must be in the evening, in order to feel it all to the end. Bliss. are you there already. Standard questions from US Immigration Customs: where to? why? how much? How much $ do you have with you? where will you stay overnight? And you get a coveted stamp in your passport for half a year of your stay there. And there they are already waiting for you, they are worried... The school friend who met me at the airport did not even notice how I approached him, tap on the shoulder, I'm already here! On the street, warm air hit your nose right away, fast food and freedom - you breathe somehow differently in a new way and the climate is different). We get into the “Kamryukha” and are already rushing along the highway, everything flashes and is full of it, and it understandably keeps the heady feeling and does not let go, this is probably the same forbidden feeling - about which we have been inspired for so long forbidden from childhood in Essre, talking about decaying capitalism.
Well, then, more, more fun 9 days flew by like one moment. A lot of interesting things happened, in a nutshell:
We traveled near the mini-towns of Massachusetts (in Maine we played in a casino - this is an Indian reservation, you can do it there. , "snatched" as in the old rocker days on motorcycles to New Hemshire).
We went to NY, Manhattan at night is inimitable, plunged into the ocean of advertising and for one thing, visited Brighton Beach where many Russians live, wandered along the morning beach, went knee-deep into the Atlantic. ))
We climbed the Rockefeller Center tower, visited the Bronx (the famous “Brooklyn Mos” thrown across the Hudson t-visited), parked under the “No Parking” sign, it turned out only in Chinatown to eat Doshirak))) but only after I drove on a wheelbarrow and hit the road from the cleaners, with parking in NUDE problems)))).
We returned back to the suburb of West Roksbary. A friend needed to work for a couple of days, and in the meantime I wandered around Boston itself, old and new. I was on Joy Street)))) I tried not to move far from Washington Street. The Red Sox game is a local baseball club, very popular in Boston, they didn’t have time to go...
Well, he returned home.