From Boston to New York just something about two hundred food truck boston miles, therefore, being in such close proximity to the commercial capital of the United States, so that there - the world's financial capital, food truck boston it would be foolish food truck boston not simply food truck boston unacceptable winded there and not look at these already quite archetypal places . To my shame, I hesitated for a long time: at first I did not want to go at all (laziness, and that there is generally done among these heartless food truck boston skyscrapers?), Then I started thinking about the bus ride, and later - the train, but eventually stopped car. Frankly, the economic food truck boston factor was not the last. Full tank of gas and paid parking food truck boston obtained differently cheaper tickets for the bus both ways, and this is not to mention the train (the train is considered to be almost the most comfortable means of transportation in those places that is well deserved). Whatever it was, I decided to travel by car. Among other things, it gave me the freedom of movement and the relative independence of any schedule. Thus, on its third weekend stay in America, I jumped in the car and rushed to the southeast. I woke up on Saturday at six o'clock in the morning, food truck boston made himself eat cooked Hospitality coffee (in my room was a tiny hotel-drip food truck boston coffee maker, and a tiny bag of coffee Hotel without any obvious signs of the country of origin, quality grinding or roasting). Coffee was cheesy, but I was a little stirred up, even if we consider the fact that prior to such events, I always worry a lot and do not sleep. In previous days the weather was disgusting: incessant drizzle and beastly cold. The same weather and was on a Saturday morning, but the forecast promises a warm and sunny day. Since the other way still was not, had to rely on meteorologists. At six in the morning it was already light enough, food truck boston and the roads were not deserted. America wakes up very early. And the work starts early. And even more: America will likely never sleeps. The first two hours the road was extremely tedious, wet asphalt, a few cars ahead and behind, the windshield wiper work without stopping, I have a headache. I crossed food truck boston the border of Connecticut and Massachusetts. On the border stood a completely nondescript sign. I, of course, in Connecticut, and almost was not, but what I saw, scurrying along interstate, I was not impressed, it's like Massachusetts, but only entirely without wood. Actually the only thing I know about Connecticut, is that there is at Yale University. Oh, and I have a picture of a tree with a quarter The Charter Oak, was once in the state of Connecticut. Some of theirs famous oak.
After some time, Connecticut was over, began New York, the sky began to clear up, and I was driving on the highway that ran along the coast. "Along" - is a strong word. First, on both sides of the road are concrete chippers. And secondly, to the ocean was still not close. Although still occasionally food truck boston I cross the bridge, laid over rivers, or maybe bays, saw water boats and yachts. So much has gone something, the road became tense and nervous, then I drove to the metropolis, and that means low speed, intersections, traffic lights and even more machines. My movements slowed. Actually, I was heading to town Harrison (this is the state of New Jersey), food truck boston where I was going to throw the car on the parking lot and take the train to Manhattan.
I crossed the bridge over the Hudson River, and at this point in the distance he saw the outline of Manhattan. Impressive spectacle: that baggy Hudson that tall Manhattan. The road to Harrison was tedious and unpleasant, often had to stop and wait long at traffic lights, had to dodge the local reckless and constantly monitor and navigation marks, food truck boston because there was a lot of roads and turns and forks in the road even more. In the end, I was somewhere been stupid and turned not where it was necessary. To go to a place where I made a mistake, had to drive about five miles and turn on a three-level road junction that was formless sushasshedstviem. Never and nowhere I have not seen similar designs. They fear me vsyalyayut. Of course, I eventually drove to Harrison, somehow bought a train ticket machine, and even managed network to your train headed to WTC (World Trade Center). Twenty minutes later I was on the spot. Straight food truck boston to the point where in 2001, both towers collapsed WTC. Now there rages building, all fenced, and near the exit of the station (which, incidentally, is aligned with the subway) sticking food truck boston guys who preached something about WTC and distributed thematic booklets. People of all this fotkal and stared with their mouths open. I decided from itself assumed a local who knows the city inside out, and with a person focused and purposeful stomped into the first direction. By Mahettanu I moved exclusively on foot. Yes, I had the idea to ride the subway tamoshnem, but somehow it did not work. But without Metro experiences I have had a lot.
