So for a true re-enactment of one of our all time favourite movies, on this trip we have travelled by Plane to Boston, by Train from Lakeville to Central Boston,100 miles in the Jeep Wrangler and over 1400 miles in Bertha the Bus.
For our last night we are in Middleboro and decided to take a trip back into Boston for Lobster and Snow Crab.
Here’s hoping we manage to catch the last train back or it’s gonna be a long walk.
So we travelled the best part of 4 hours from Jamestown to Cape Cod to Provincetown or what is commonly known as PTown and having looked round the place we can understand why.
Fair enough the season has not started up here, but this place is worse than Whitby, a bunch of tacky gift shops and gay/ lesbian friendly shops dot the main street oh and the interestingly named “Toys of Eros” which has the most frightening looking toy in the window that has the tagline “The Boy Batterer”, euch.
We ate at the Lobster Pot and Mrs Fogg managed 1.5lb of lobster and mussels, while I managed 6 oysters, caviar and lobster. Nice food from a Nick Cage soundalike.
Even Mrs Fogg is not impressed with P’Town.
Tomorrow the haul back toward Boston airport for our last night in Middleboro.
Pretty place, teeny but picturesque and love the bridge. And it has stopped raining!
Onwards and upwards to Cape Cod.
ps Me, Myself and Irene was filmed here.
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And less than a wick to go. See what I did there, hee hee.
Well we did the mamoth drive yesterday down to Rhode Island, but Mrs Fogg forgot to mention stopping at the home of the Yankee Candle shop with an awesome Christmas display of lights, trees and the countdown clock to Christmas (yet only 220 days to go).
So setting off from the East Bay in Jamsstown to Province Town out on the pointy bit today.
The East Bay is fantastic and the hosts are brilliant (Donna and Paul) even with the My Cousin Vinny accent.
New England weather is certainly changeable. Yesterday we had 27 degree temperatures and bright sunshine, today as we make our way through Connecticut it’s much cooler and raining.
Last night we stayed at the wonderful House on the Hill with our friendly host Donna plus Charlie and Julie (both teeny dogs, daschound and a chi wa wa- goodness knows how you spell them but really cute little dogs basically)
Have to say that Donna was one of the best hosts we’ve had, very interesting lady, beautiful property and THE most comfortable bed so far. We did consider trying to smuggle the superking size into the back of Bertha but thought Virgin might not be too willing to accept it as checked in luggage!
Today we visited Historic Deerfield, a historians wet dream of a place. A mile long street of very old houses in a quaint setting with loads of tours museums and doddery old tour guides willing to ramble on and on about the history of the place.
We met a sprightly octoganarian tour guide who came to the US from London as a war bride to marry her American soldier boyfriend. She has never been back to the UK but has a passion for McVities biscuits and the Royal Family, stopping fellow Brits and not letting them leave until she has talked them to death.
It’s an interesting place to visit. Mr & Mrs Turfman in that there Ireland take note, they have an Inn you can stay at and we suggest you would want at least a day and a half there to see everything, it must have been really historic because Mr Fogg fell asleep in 5 minutes. He even wore his “I’m not listening” t-shirt to the amusement of one of the tour guides.
So, next stop Jamestown (via an apple store for Mr Fogg).
And boy is it raining……….
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On the road again from The Amityville house at Waterbury to Greenfield MA, stopped at a little cafe in Rochester Vermont, very picturesque and beautiful indeed.
The most amazing thing in 2005 when we toured the US, we had to find libraries for Internet access, now every place you go has “FREE” WiFi, England take note.
Mrs Fogg and I went to a tiny cinema in Stowe Vermont to watch Robin Hood. Waitress service beer and wine on tap we settled to watch the 2 hours and goodness knows how many minutes.
The result, complete and utter PANTS!
Terrible acting, accents that move from Irish to Dick Van Dyke “Merry Poppins” at the drop of a hat and that was just the American playing a Welshman. Russell Crowe, awful (rousing Gladiator speech, lots of steely gazes, blah blah). A film in which the history books weren’t re-written, just torn up and used as loo roll.
On the plus side, Stowe is very picturesque with an ace cinema.
Next dilema, will we make it back to the UK or have to extend our holiday because of the ash cloud?
It has the look of the house from Amityville when you drive up the winding path and see this building sat there, inside has exposed copper pipes, creeking floorboards and a boiler system that sounds like something from the Evil Dead when it springs to life.
The owners have just laid fresh carpet, is that to hide the blood stains in the floorboards we wonder?
Breakfast, a thimble of fruit with yoghurt and oat flakes, followed by the worst French Toast ever (two soggy bits of bread stuck together with ricotta cheese in the middle, then shown the frying pan for 10 seconds, yuck).
Of all the beautiful B&Bs around Mrs Fogg booked us into Amityville, the house on the hill, complete with the banjo player from Deliverance (as can be seen from the previous Blog).
Geunberg Haus, nuff said.
Mr Foggs face summed up our accomodation tonight (to which I had carefully committed us for 2 nights). The Grunberg Haus did feature on Trip Advisor but had some really mixed reviews so I booked it.
Ahem, so a very short drive up a woodland track we arrived at the front of an aged mountain shack ( oh sorry, Swiss copy chalet) which leans to one side. On entry we were warmly greeted by the owner and entered a very dark and dim wooded building. In it’s day the property must have been wonderful but it’s a little aged now. The closest description would be the Gingerbread house out of the nursery tales.
Downstairs has it’s very own pub ( we got all excited until the owner said “serving non alcoholic cider” Non-alcoholic!!!)
Upstairs we are in the Chris suite, top of the creaky house up teeny stairs and very low overhangs, with our own private veranda into the trees and a gas fire. It’s certainly charming but I confess we have been spoilt so far and for the price I’d take the Gale River Motel any day.
Still, we have two nights in this old house, spooky. Watch out for the spiders. Picture to follow!!!
What added to the ambience of the place was coming out the front of the building to find a young buck toothed deformed kid sat there smiling gently to himself with a banjo in hand, oooh squeel liddle piggy(this is the actual boy taken on my phone), squeel. Avoid unless you can fire a bow and arrow or prefer to crawl semi naked on your hands and knees.
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