Day Five - The Final Push Into Yankee Land

We left New Jersey kind of late, had a good time roaming around the old stomping grounds and shore, and then headed North to New York City. Used to be a disgusting place, or so it seemed, with a very high crime rate. Well, the city is cleaned up, as they say. Now, well, I love going there. Though, the traffic still is way over the top. We actually drove in at one in the morning initially, when there was little, but still some, trafffic, and drove around Manhattan a little bit.

We stopped at a place to eat right next to Central Park on 73rd Ave. We pretty much were the only customers. Bob's description as an Armenian Mafia headquarters may be pretty close, though I'm not sure they're Armenian. The food was great, and nobody was shot while we were there, so I have no complaints.


Whachya gonna do, eh?

Hopped back in the Benzo, pointed it at Hingham, Mass, and let it take us there. We got up to the hotel at about 11:30 at night. The funniest thing was that we were a little bit lost, called Jewel, so we could get Kath's number. (Kathy and hers were also staying at the Clarion in Hull.) We called Kath, who told us they were lost too, looking for the same hotel. Turned out we found it okay, with a combination of Bob's quick thinking (he called the hotel and asked for directions) and my cool, calm negotiating skills (I stopped at a liquor store to ask for directions) we discovered we were actually on the right road heading in the right direction all of two miles away.

Who knew?