Boston

Season: cold! Especially cold!
Things to do: History

You gotta respect an airline or any service that puts it’s hands up and admits it was wrong.

My day was set… A seven hour flight to Boston. My last seven hour journey was a train to Plymouth; Where, when it was reoccurring, I always hoped for a smiling blonde to be seated next to me, we strike up great conversation… This has never happened… Yet.

Spending 7 hours next to a smelly, large typical travelling partner. With the uncut nails, gritty bearded, worn eyes. I shouldn’t judge. He could be anyone a man coming back from a funeral… A man on a quest for inner peace, a code writer… I lose myself.

So when I literally got into Montreal at 7 in the evening 10/11pm U.K. time where I’ve just departed from. Where I was greeted by a mob of angry mixed Americans, Canadians and Europeans.

It turns out that they overbooked the connecting flight… By a lot… I was desperate for sleep… And I think I either had started myself to become stale either that or my travelling companion of my previous journey had rubbed his scent on to me… I just wanted to get my head down.

I heard the word volunteer… So agreed to volunteer. The next thing I knew I was being escorted to customer service where I was being informed that my bags were being removed from flight “say what”
And that I volunteered to give up my well in advanced booked seat…

In all honesty I wanted to take it back. “I take it back” “put them back on the plane” “I want to go to Boston” when the catch kicked in

“We will pay for your hotel for the night inclusive of all food and drink”

I paused… “Free food and drink you say”

“Yep” was the response! I was sold!

“And we will also go you 800 dollars”

“What!?!? Why?”

“Because your flight has been delayed by over 6 hours”

“Uh… Ok.”

Certainly not going to argue. So what, I never made it to boston. But I made money… On my first day,. Never a bad thing.

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So now sitting on a shaky loud flight from Montreal to Boston which makes me wonder if I’ll ever be able to cash the 800 dollars. Need to survive this ride first.

When arriving in Boston first thing I did was see how the American Revolution started which took me down to the scene of the Boston Tea party… So ok. Being British and on that boat was a little weird. More so when they found out with all their hazar-ing, made me personally throw all the tea chests off the boat and shout stuff against the king I forget the wording exactly. But wow! I knew us British weren’t the greatest of bunch back in the day. But really! What can I say. The Brits love their taxes 😉 and tea quite clearly.

So that was that. History was made.

History has a way of making fools of us all.

Onwards I sought out the Boston Aquarium somewhere I desperately wanted to visit many years ago when I came to Boston pre drinking age. And it was everything I wanted. Inner child thanked me! There’s not much I can say about an aquarium except there was lots of fish.  Turtles galore.  I could of spent more time taking in information, breeds, but instead i just stood around in awe for a while.

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I even found myself home sick… No… Home-Hungry

So… Only two days away and craving a taste of home. You may think that may be something British… But no. Half Thai, Half Irish.

Born from oblivion and raised. It has though led to culinary delights! We even have rice with our roast dinners. And chillies… Let’s not forget the chillies!

So I found myself in a little Thai restaurant, on the corner of a dark street in Boston’s city centre. The place is buzzing. A good atmosphere must mean something. I mean you never enter an empty restaurant do you? Before I’m in the door… I’ve ordered… So now waiting… Waiting on my first American/Thai curry…

It’s not gonna beat the mothers home cooked speciality though… I can tell you that.

The next few days were spent round Newbury street enjoying coffee and books and the occasional note taking a recommendation from my Brother back in the United Kingdom. For once again I had no need to rush I did still manage to lose myself in the city next to this wonder.

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I managed to find my way, by taking an excursion to the Prudential Center to locate my way with a Birdseye view.  It easy to get lost up here. But finding a point of reference usually helps.

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Newbury from Above
Newbury from Above

Even though my time was brief, and I didn’t meet anyone except the undercover cop attempting to sell me drugs then arrest me,  and I’m now sitting in a bar in Hell’s Kitchen, Boston will always be dear in my heart. Maybe it’s the Irish roots. Maybe it’s just Boston.

But alas like life we only move forward. New York so far has been intimidating. But time like many. To make it my own.

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Kind Humans

So. 

This has become a place for dark regress. 
 
This is everything I didn’t want from a blog.  Indecent deep thought one after another.  I’ve always been with them as they have always been with me. 
 
“Ignorance is so well organized that we study about everything except ourselves.
I try to decrease the thoughts in my mind. If we stopped thinking we’d have no problems.”

A. T. Ariyaratne
 
Can you ever change direction? This question not applied to me.  But to the entire human race.  To every single bipedal flesh bag out there making an unconscious decisions to be an ass wipe to society.  To every scholar, inventor, millionaire not listening! Screaming in a bellowing impression of Gandalf the grey’s voice!  Can we ever change!
 
We study about everything. And we study ourselves so much, we know our faults, we know them so well; from the conscious thought of disposable rubbish, to hidden desires, fetishes, traits, and un-kickable habits. 
 
The world is instantaneous these days.  We are connected through web and fire.
 
Countries still wage war, dust still settles over the corpses of humans, animals, and the ashes of plants and trees get carried in the wind. People still suffer in poverty.  But I don’t.  I’ve been raised well.  I’ve met people and I’ve passed strangers and I’ve watched the stars burn in the night sky and I know as a friend has said that there is no answer to the riddle of existence  we are all random packets of a replicating cell structure in a dying universe devoid of meaning.  Yet I strive to be more. 
 
I strive to be more. 
 
I sit and watch people rise and fall in a media spotlight that never changes.  It’s not wrong. It’s just not right either.  There should be a way we can have it all.  The knowledge and passion of the human mind if brought together could accomplish a world even the Christian God and Allah couldn’t comprehend, after all isn’t it written we were made in his image. 
 
Humans.   Together.  Survival. 
We are stronger together.  We will survive alone.  We can be savage.  We originate from hunters. Victims are prey.  We are meant to be more.  We are better when we are Kinder. 
 
I don’t think it’s enough to know that there is injustice in the world.  I don’t think its right to preach just one thought. 
 
There are families out there who have their children taken from them…

We will pause, for a second, for a moment in time to remember the ones we’ve lost.  We live on a rock that greets us like guardians.  We haven’t even managed to protect our own.  This is a system that makes itself, the rich are the rich, and they stay safe because of power.  The poor are the poor.  They stay safe because they take what they want when they need it. 
 
In the wild,  The world itself takes from all life, plants die, animals prey on the weaker ones who equally have the right to the soil beneath our feet, all fall to common skin.  Survival. 
 
But killing our own.  Murder.  Rape.  Bullying.  The wild. 
 
Where do we draw the line and come to face what we leave behind,  we are failing ourselves and all we have been in trusted to protect.  It was given to you the moment you took breath. The moment you started connecting thoughts, slurring words, recognizing faces, spelling your name, this is your calling. You were never asked to do this.  You have no option but to succeed.  Failing is not an option. 
 
I guess whichever way we go… We’ll all still be dust in the end.  Not even memories because there’ll be no one to remember us.  So there’s no incentive.  No passion.
 
No tomorrow, just today and the one after that the same as before.
 
Can we make a change. 
 
My last few days I’ve made an effort to simply melt with kindness to smile at the ones who I would usually just ignore, to spend more time with the people I work with less.  And you know what.  I’m glad I did.  I know more than I ever thought. 
 
I see a light at the end.
 
What it takes to get up each morning and put yourself out there. All I’ll say is start, by waking up… then for your next trick… Make a difference, don’t settle for ordinary.
 
We were all put here to intersect with other and their simple and tiny lives. To maybe change it for the better.  I can’t dismay.  There are beasts out there that rival the darkest of hunters.  I know so much about that.  
 
I think the point of this is, what does it take, to just be kinder humans…
 
I certainly don’t know the answer but I’m willing to try.