Day 16 & 17: Welcome to New York!

Day 16 saw the four of us; myself, my dad, Marius and Steffen (the two CSV volunteers) squeeze into the car with all our luggage, a feat which was actually surprisingly easier than we expected to be. With the sat-nav set for our hotel at 2130 Broadway, we began on our four and a half an hour journey, which was a largely uneventful, monotonous drive, pretty exhausting for my Dad who nevertheless did a pretty stellar job of getting us there. Particularly in the last final push, which involved some quite stressful driving through the New York traffic, and a narrow escape from some low-flying hub caps from the car in front which threatened to slice us in half! As we arrived at the hotel we found the car rental guy outside waiting to take the car off our hands, and I don't think my Dad has been so pleased to see anyone in his life!

Our New York hotel, the Hotel Beacon is located on Broadway, about a 40 minutes walk from Times Square and the theatres, so in a slightly quieter location than you might first expect from the address. It's quite an old building but the two suites we are in are very nice, with a double bedroom and a separate lounge and kitchen with a fold-out bed, and lots of amenities from a large flat screen TV to individual iPod stereo systems. Not bad, and a bit of a step up from the Hilton in Boston although that was not bad itself!

The evening was largely focused on relaxing, and we did little in the way of exploring, even to the extent of going to a restaurant in the same block as the hotel. Still, it was nice food and after what seemed like a long day we were quite glad not to have to traipse around on an extensive restaurant search!

Today, Day 17, started off with an unusually early start for me - for little reason other than excitement at being in New York! I'm not sure exactly why but coming into New York I seem to suddenly have more energy and seem to be getting into my stride with the trip. This is exactly the opposite of how I felt a day after coming into Boston but cannot quite explain it - but whatever it is I'm glad for the change. As some of you may know, I have for quite some time been planning to meet up with my friends Tubb & Helen during this leg of the trip. Although it was a bit iffy at one point whether they could make it due to the BA strikes, I was thrilled to find out that their flights were not affected and they arrived safely yesterday. We agreed to meet up at midday today at our hotel.

As they are staying at a hotel directly in Times Square, they decided to walk the 30 odd blocks to our hotel, which took about 40 minutes. We found them in our lobby as we came down, looking a little worn out as you might expect from the combination of jet lag and the 85 degree heat outside! After a brief catch-up, we resolved to spend a leisurely day wandering around Central Park and finding somewhere to have some drinks of the alcoholic variety - although not for me as drinking in the afternoon tends to send me to sleep! In the end, it turned out that the only bar in Central Park was closed for Memorial Day (the US bank holiday weekend). So we began a long search around the streets adjacent to the park, with Tubb’s beer-radar working overtime but to no avail! Humour was provided briefly in Tubb’s complete failure to eat an ice cream with any degree of dignity. Eventually we decided to head in the general direction of Times Square in the hope of what Tubb called “civilisation”, i.e. somewhere serving beer. Not sure I would classify that as the defining element of human endeavour but then I'm more of a wine man myself anyway!

As we were all about to collapse in the heat, we finally found a French bistro which was thankfully accessible, and tucked into drinks and some lunch. It was a rather understated affair but the food was good and portions generous. As ever with these places, it was appreciated all the more for the long search leading up to it! Sitting round the table gave us a good chance to catch up and chill out, and a thoroughly enjoyable way to spend an afternoon.

After the bistro, we decided to continue our walk on to Times Square, where we ended up stopping at Tubb & Helen’s hotel for more drinks. I bet you're beginning to see a theme here! Times Square was just as loud and in your face as you might expect, and made me glad we are located a little further out, although having said that Tubb’s hotel did seem quite peaceful once you were in there.

Walking around New York was great fun, and even though we walked probably about the same distance as in Boston, it seemed far easier, mostly due to pavements (although not the roads strangely) that were better kept and also the simple layout of streets that means you always know where you're going and how far. If you've got some sense of direction that is – not mentioning any names, eh Dad? Hey, it’s OK – that’s not his name! But seriously, although it can be a little claustrophobic between the tall buildings, there is this buzz about the city, full of life and energy. Or maybe its just my own excitement I’m sensing. Whatever, I’m just glad to be here!

Day 15: Taking in some country air

Although it might seem strange for the last day in Boston, I opted to spend the day getting out of the city again and into surrounding Massachusetts. In truth, after spending a week here, Boston city life doesn't really appeal all that much. I suppose my expectations were a little off, expecting a bit more of a quaint, historic town rather than the bustling, urbanised city we find ourselves in. I think I had this somewhat romanticised notion more akin to Boston as it was during the War of Independence - of a newly emergent city full of ideas and innovation. Now it all feels so big and commercialised, with huge concrete freeways full of traffic, and the remaining historical buildings surrounded on all sides by multi-storey parking lots and skyscrapers.

On reflection, as my expectations have begun to move closer to reality, I can appreciate that Boston has a lot of charm in some areas. Some of the neighbourhoods are very pretty and historic and it is set in an attractive harbour. But ultimately it is a large, modern city – an environment which no longer really appeals to me on either side of the Atlantic. Having said that, I am sure with people you love and a job you enjoy in the city, it could be a nice place to live. But it would be that rather than the location itself which would draw me here. Of course, there is a big difference between wanting to live here and wanting to visit, and I can say I have enjoyed the visit. The days I have enjoyed the most, however, have been those spent outside the city limits.

Which brings us back to today, Day 15. Today we decided to travel out to one of the national parks in Massachusetts, called Ashland State Park. I had prepared information on the park and other Boston attractions before I left the UK, but somehow cannot find these anywhere in my carefully-planned holiday folder. And there was I thinking I would be hugely organised (of course, 29 years of evidence to the contrary probably should have taught me otherwise). Ah well, although I do like to plan (and get horrendously mocked for the fact even though I am far less of a plan-geek than my Dad), I'm quite capable of adapting to the situation too! Fortunately we found it listed in the sat-nav, just 40 minutes out of Boston.

Unfortunately, however, when we got there we found it closed and unstaffed. So, back to the drawing board - remembering another park I had researched which I knew was nearby, we set the sat-nav for Hopkinton just 10 minutes down the road. After driving around for a bit we had to stop and ask directions (yes, it really was getting that desperate!) so Dad popped into the local police station, and amazingly came out a few minutes later without having been shot or arrested, and with good directions!

We finally found Hopkinton State Park, which was quite a large, wooded park set around a reservoir. It was very scenic, although lacking in any wheelchair accessible trails which was a little disappointing. However, we decided to sit at the side of the reservoir, watching the canoes and various water activities, including some dogs doing some running jumps off the jetties, chasing toys thrown into the water. Good setting to do a bit of reading, and I think the dogs made my dad miss our own at home. By the end of the afternoon, as we were beginning to get hungry, we bundled back into the car and stopped by a McDonald's on the way back to the hotel - for Marius & Dad to start packing while I carry on reading my book. Yes, I know I have a hard life!

Tonight, it's back to the cheesecake factory for our last meal. And then tomorrow, it's up fairly early to make the trip to New York, for the final US leg of the trip. I'm quite excited, and this time I think my expectations are fairly reasonable, as it seems through the various TV shows and films I've watched I've already spent a lot of time there!

Day 14: Lexington, Concord and those evil Brits again!

Day 14 started off again with a leisurely morning, although slightly earlier than the previous day so we thought we would get in the car and drive a bit further out of Boston. One of the visits I had planned for quite a while was to go out to the battle sites at Lexington and Concord which marked the start of the American War of Independence. After our experiences with the John Adams Museum and Salem we've come to the conclusion that the various museums and exhibits run by the National Parks Service are generally of significantly better quality and value than any of the private museums and collections. With that in mind, we decided to visit the Minuteman National Park as the main part of our trip.

First off, however, we stopped at Lexington, to see the spot where the first shots were fired, as well as to get directions to the National Park. There was a good visitor centre here with a diorama of the battle at Lexington, although “battle” is pushing it as it was essentially just 700 British troops charging down 70 militiamen and killing 8 of them (the real battle came later). After we got directions, we went out to the green where this all went down and where there are flags and statues to commemorate it. Now it's just a very pretty looking village green, with some attractive American houses with perfectly manicured lawns. Apparently house prices here are double that of nearby areas which I can well believe.

Moving on from Lexington, we stopped at the Minuteman National Park visitor centre on the road to Concord. Here they show a 25 minute video - sorry, “multidimensional movie experience” - about April 19, 1775 - the day those first shots were fired. It was a really fascinating video which also traced the movements of British regulars and colonists on a map on the wall. It gave a really good overview of the conflict, which essentially came about because the British had set out to march from Boston to Concord to destroy arms and munitions the colonists had stockpiled in preparation for rebellion. The colonists, getting word of this, decided to make a stand, first at Lexington, where several were killed, and then again at Concord where they were more successful, and with their numbers swelling over the course of the day they forced the British to retreat and kept them under constant gunfire all the way back to Boston. Obviously there's a whole lot of history before and after that day, but that wasn't really the focus of today's visit. Today just focused on the first momentous day. I'm sure it sounds a lot better if you're watching the video in the historic location!

After watching the video and exploring the visitor centre, we decided to walk part of the route to Concord, hoping for a slightly better reception than the Brits 230-odd years ago! Aside from the fact that it's next to a busy highway (it is a direct route to Concord after all so make senses that it would still be used), it’s all very scenic: a very green, wooded area with multiple markers along the route depicting points of interest. Pretty smooth, even surface for a wheelchair as well. Very nice to walk along in the sunshine, but we kept it quite brief as we hadn’t eaten and knew that none of the buildings along the path were actually open.

Back in the car, we decided to move on to Concord for some food and take a brief look around. We drove around for a bit and saw as much as there seemed to be to see, then just stopped off at the local Starbucks for refreshments. It had to be done at least once!

In the evening, following up our intention to be more adventurous, we decided to take a look for a new restaurant. After a rather circuitous route, passing by a couple of quite pricey restaurants that we really weren't dressed for, we found yet another American bar and Grill which I decided we should try. Seem to be quite a good choice as they serve a very decent steak frites. My Dad seems to be developing his role of cheesecake aficionado well, rating tonight's cheesecake as fourth out of the four he has had so far. That actually seems remarkably restrained considering we've been here seven nights! Still, tomorrow it's back to the cheesecake factory so he'll be able to fit in at least one more!

Another good day today, and just one more left in Boston which I still haven't decided what to do with yet! Most likely however it will be another trip out from the city.

Day 13: New England Aquarium & Boston harbour

Today saw a much welcomed air change with a cool, northerly breeze coming into the city. This has made it far less sticky and significantly better for exploring. As soon as we were all up and about, somewhat later than I had anticipated (although it is a holiday so I’m allowed to indulge in leisurely-paced mornings!), we headed down to the New England Aquarium, one of the recommended attractions to visit in Boston. I had done some research so was aware it was going to be an expensive day, but vowed to ignore the cost and just enjoy it! In case you're wondering, it's $20 each entry, and the nearest car park is $30 for anything over a 90 minute stay. We could probably have found something cheaper five minutes’ walk away, but nothing cheaper than $20 and the busy traffic put us off searching.

Anyway, we arrived just in time for one of the seal shows in the external enclosures, which was feeding time with a running commentary. Was quite interesting and a good way to get us in the mood. The rest of the aquarium basically comprises quite a number of small tanks with a wide range of aquatic life including quite a good collection of tropical fish. In the middle, there was a very large central tank with everything from large fish to turtles and a tiger shark (at least I think that's what it was), it seemed pretty well stocked to the point of apparent overcrowding. There was also a penguin exhibit, which was pretty impressive and full of cute little penguins, which we also saw at feeding time. Finally, outside there was a second seal enclosure, with about five fur seals, which again were quite cute, and seemed to be pretty intelligent and reading up on them they apparently had their own distinct personalities.


Overall it was quite a reasonable aquarium, although nothing outstanding and it was lacking a underwater tunnel which seems to me an essential part of any aquarium! The one thing that was noticeable was the huge numbers of American schoolkids, who I think seemed to drain my dad of the will to live - although I can't say I was really that bothered either way! Once again this visit was something that didn't really seem to appeal to either my Dad or Steffen, but to be honest I knew this from the start so didn't really expect anything else. I guess my interest in aquariums stems from my Ph.D. research, which was actually studying the interaction between fisheries officials and scientists rather than fish themselves, but nevertheless piqued my interest in the little blighters. Of course, whatever I say I will always be Dr Fish to my friends so I might as well live up to the name!

After the visit to the aquarium we popped over the street where we strolled around Quincy market and Fanueill Hall marketplace, to look at the shops and restaurants. We stopped at Sam’s cafe at Cheers, which I guess was a replica of the cafe used in the TV show - we've already seen the bar elsewhere. I'm not really sure or particularly care that much how genuine they are as I never watched the show - a bit before my time really, although I did watch Frasier, the spin-off.

On our way back to the car we stopped to look out at Boston harbour and take some photos. It's quite an impressive view and was nice to just sit and enjoy the breeze. That was it for the day pretty much, and in the evening we returned to the pizza place we visited on the first night. Not particularly groundbreaking as we are all a bit exhausted of trying to find new places to eat and sometimes just feel like being lazy! We determined that tomorrow we would try to be a bit more adventurous in seeking out somewhere to eat.

Days 11&12: Salem, a town of Witches and Pirates

In writing this blog, I am aiming to be as honest as possible, while also focusing primarily on the positive rather than negative parts of the trip. In light of this, Day 11 is probably best left largely unchronicled – suffice it to say, as I use a ventilator to breathe overnight, I am in a constant struggle to get the balance of air humidity right, too humid or too dry and I end up with a cough which means I have to lie down for most of the day. Yesterday (day 11) was one of those days, so extremely frustrating and largely experience-less. Having said that, in-between coughing fits we did manage to pop to the shopping mall next door, and through here into the top of one of the tallest buildings in Boston, the Prudential Tower. This gives a fantastic 360-degree view of Boston and surrounding areas, which made me realise just quite how big Boston really is.

Moving on to Day 12, this was a far better day which we decided to use to get out of Boston with the car. One of the first big tourist spots going north of Boston is Salem, most famous for the site of a number of witch trials, and the location of Arthur Miller's The Crucible. As we pulled into Salem, my Dad coolly and calmly found a parking space and released the wheelchair restraints, without so much as a hint of stress...*cough*. However the temperature must have already been around 30° so this might have played some part!

First stop was the Salem visitor centre, to get a map of the area and plan our exploration. In the end, we decided to walk towards the port while stopping to look at any museums on the way. The first choice of museum, the Witch Village museum, was probably driven less by considerations of quality and value for money and more by the desire to get out of the oppressive heat and into somewhere air-conditioned! As such, it was a little bit of a disappointment as it consisted of an unreasonably perky tour guide showing us around some wax models and teaching us about the misconceptions surrounding witchcraft, and not what I had hoped for which was some proper exhibits and information about the trials. I say unreasonably perky as if I had to conduct the tour several times a day for months on end I would be considerably less chipper! I think we just picked the wrong museum, but it made us a bit reluctant to try many of the other private museums around for fear of being completely ripped off!

After the witch Museum, we headed down to the port and waterfront, where we found a maritime exhibit hosted by the National Park Service. Here they showed us a 20 minute video on the maritime history of Salem, for free I might add, which detailed the role of Salem’s ships in fighting the naval element of the War of Independence as privateers, and the subsequent glory days of international trade. Cheesy dramatisations aside, the video was really interesting and told us a bit more about Salem than what we already knew about the witch trials.

Moving on from this exhibit we took a look at a replica of an 18th-century twin-masted merchant ship, and further along the port, the House of the Seven Gables, the setting of the Nathaniel Hawthorne novel which I quite recently read. Not a particularly eventful novel, but one of the oldest houses still standing in New England, and nice to look at. After walking round the streets for a bit and admiring the attractive houses and harbour view, we decamped into one of the waterfront restaurants. Another food lesson for me, buffalo sauce is essentially just vinegar, and no longer something that will feature in any of my meals!

In the evening we headed back to Charley’s again, if anything for lack of other ideas as to accessible places to eat reasonably close to the hotel. Still, it's decent food so no complaints here. If anyone was wondering, it's 12 days that my Dad and I can spend together before we start to annoy each other - so this evening we decided to split up with me and Steffen popping down to the sports bar in Charley’s for a drink - a particularly good idea as I definitely needed some alcohol! And I'm sure it gave my dad a welcome respite from me as well!

Overall today was a very good day, good to get out and about, which is hopefully something we can do more before it's time to give up the car.

Day 10: Putting the T into MIT

Today started off a little better than yesterday, with some tweaks to my humidifier and the more relaxed schedule for the previous day seeming to pay off as I woke up a little bit more energised than before. After a bit of breakfast and a look at what to do, I decided to devote the day to exploring MIT and Harvard, both just over a mile away from our hotel, over the Charles River.

First stop was MIT, where we decided to visit the MIT Museum, which had been rated as one of the better attractions to go to. The fairly reasonable price of $7.50 each got me, my Dad and Marius entry into the museum, which had a wealth of information and videos on current projects at MIT, or at least the ones that look good on video. On the second floor, they also had videos and exhibits from the history of robotics, DNA mapping, and the history of MIT. I found it quite interesting to read all about it, although the lack of anything particularly interactive did make it feel incomplete, and my Dad seemed to get bored as a result.

After we finished in the museum, we hopped back in the car to check out Harvard and to try and find somewhere to eat. We drove around for a bit but unfortunately couldn't find anywhere to park as we were all out of quarters, so didn't really get to see anything. Maybe we'll come back another time!

After we got back to Boston, which took all of two minutes, we decided to continue with the technology theme by checking out the flagship Apple store. This had a whole load of brand-new i-pads for anyone to come and try out, which apparently many people just use to check their Facebook when in the city – well so says Marius who has a knack of picking out all the cheapskate tricks! The store was pretty busy, but unless you wanted to buy an iPod or Mac was a little superfluous - but then I can't say I expected much else!

It seems like we are all competing for the stupid award for this trip, from me forgetting my disabled badge (which would have got us free parking), Jan last week getting lost on the Queen Mary 2 (yeah, it's big - but it's not that big, and there is only one pub!), Dad nearly turning into oncoming traffic as he forgot to drive on the right, Marius risking his life by crossing streets without the use of his eyes, or Steffen trying to control lifts via mind control instead of actually pushing buttons. At the moment we are all pretty even, but there's still plenty of time to go!

This evening we ate at Charley's, an American bar/restaurant which although seeming inaccessible on all sides, actually had a disabled access entrance around a back alley. It was rather a roundabout route, and it was good to see them clearing boxes so that I could get through the corridor - obviously a well used route - not! Still, it's nice to see that it is not only in the UK that that happens! It's made me a bit more optimistic about the accessibility of Boston, which so far hasn’t looked particularly good.

Day Nine: Up Among the Clouds

Just a brief entry today as the lethargy continues, although we began to get an inkling of what might be the cause. Let me explain: following a rather exhausting day touring Boston, we decided to spend the second Sunday of the trip with a more relaxing schedule. For this, I chose to visit the National John Adams Museum, in Quincy, just outside Boston. I say just outside, although it's pretty hard to say at exactly what point we left Boston as it seems to be one massive urban sprawl. Still, all of a sudden we emerged into an entirely different neighbourhood to what we had seen before, with large impressive houses and big green lawns. One of these houses turned out to be the John Adams Museum, although it was a case of blink and you'll miss it.

On our second pass we spotted it, and pulled up alongside to park. After Dad jumped out to ask about wheelchair access, we were shown the path to take which brought us to the park rangers office. We got out, and for $5 myself and Steffen, although not Dad as he seems to have some kind of allergy to tour guides, were given a personal guided tour of the house in which John Adams and four generations of the Adams family lived (if you're thinking Lurch and Uncle Fester, you've got the wrong family!). Despite only being able to get into three of the rooms in the house, we got all of the information from the tour we would have received otherwise, which was really interesting although my brain did reach overload point after about 20 minutes!

All in all however it was excellent value for money, and I found it good to see some context for the stories which featured in the historical TV show, John Adams, which chronicled the life of the founding father and third (I think) US President. I was probably the only one really interested in this however!

Anyway, I digress, it was on the way back from the museum that we saw the potential reason for my recent lack of energy. We got caught in some traffic on the way back into Boston, with four slow-moving lanes of cars on the highway. From here we caught a glimpse of the Prudential Tower, one of the tallest buildings in Boston located right next to our hotel. At first it seemed obscured by fog, but it was otherwise quite a clear day. As we approached it, it disappeared before our eyes into the clouds, which we soon realised was a thick layer of smog. The fact that our hotel is in the middle of a polluted haze, and the consequent effect it will have on my already restricted breathing, may explain my less than energetic feelings.

The solution for now, it seems, is to keep taking things easy and adapt our activities to my energy levels, however frustrating that may be. It might also be a good idea to try to get further out of the city to some nice clean air.

On a more positive note, to finish off the day, we went to the cheesecake factory for dinner. This was quite an experience, as you are handed a weighty telephone directory - sorry, I mean menu - with a huge variety of meals to choose from, and no less than 30 different types of cheesecake. Suffice it to say, I promised my Dad we could come back again, as I think he has designs to try as many as he possibly can. In fact, he does seem to have been wandering around a lot whenever I have been taking a rest, and coming back with useful information and goodies - could these be to try and disguise some kind of guilt over secret cheesecake eating?! Just kidding, he’s actually been fantastically helpful, even to the point of doing some hand-washing of laundry and even contemplating ironing. Anyone that knows him knows how significant that is!

Day Eight: Sandra and the Freedom Trail

Our first day in Boston started off, for me at least, with a bleary-eyed yawn and a slight feeling of lethargy which never quite went away. Nevertheless, I resolved to push through so we could make our first appointment of the trip, to meet up with a good friend of my brother since his time in Wisconsin. Sandra, who is now doing a post-doc at the hospital in Boston, has lived there for less than a year, and had kindly agreed to give us all a tour of the city.

After a short scenic detour which helped us to locate the nearest 7-11, Sandra, myself, Dad and Steffen picked up the Freedom trail, which is a famous route through the city which passes by many historical buildings of significance to the American War of Independence against us evil Brits, and the early formation of the Massachusetts state government. Despite my Dad’s protestations, I encourage Sandra to do the walking + guidebook reading trick, which was performed excellently and meant we learnt plenty too, like who exactly is Paul Revere, and why is Beacon Hill not really that much of a hill? Because they dug it up and dumped it in the water to create Back Bay, the location of our hotel.

One thing that really struck me on the Freedom Trail is how these old buildings are scattered all over the city in between modern high-rise blocks, to create a real hodgepodge of styles. Of course, I also couldn't help noticing how bumpy old brick streets can be! After a substantial effort at covering as much of the Freedom trail as possible, we stopped at the Boston beer Works for some much needed refreshments. This gave us a good chance to chat with Sandra about what she's up to, her dog Doodles, and how Boston compares to the Midwest - much less friendly apparently!

On our way back we checked out some of the more popular streets, such as Newbury Street where there are loads of shops and restaurants, which we will have to check back with later. After what seemed like a couple of miles we returned back to our hotel where we said goodbye to Sandra and went up to rest.

While we had an excellent tour and really enjoyed Sandra’s company, it did seem a little like perhaps I had overextended myself, as I was a bit more exhausted than I expected and couldn't really motivate myself to do anything later in the evening. It seems like the 3 or 4 miles we ended up walking was a tad ambitious on my part, as while my wheelchair batteries held up nicely, my own didn’t fare so well. Still, lesson learned and in future I'll try to rely on the public transport a bit more.

Day Seven: on the Road to Boston

Well, believe it or not I managed to get up at 5:30 AM, which I thought would give me an opportunity to see us sail into New York. Unfortunately, I had mistimed by an hour and woke up to find us just finishing our approach into the dock. Still, by virtue of docking in midtown this still afforded quite an impressive view of the famous New York skyline. When we went out onto the dock of the ship we could see for miles, and had a good view of the statue of liberty.

The docking process itself was quite lengthy, and we were not called to leave the room until 7:45am. This gave my dad plenty of time to have kittens about driving in the New York traffic which was already fairly busy. Fortunately the disembarkation procedure was fairly straightforward, and all three of us managed to leave together, with my father and Jan performing quite convincing impressions of pack-horses carrying all our (well mostly mine) luggage off the ship- three large bags of medical and electrical equipment, 2 suit carriers, a pillow and a rucksack each.

On the dock, we were reunited with our other luggage and escorted to the pickup point to meet our hire car. After some frantic ringing around we managed to locate the hire car driver, who gave us a very brief lesson on the car itself. The car, in the end is fine and will perform exactly what we need it to, if not being entirely well-designed or attractive! Most of this 10 minute lesson was focused on how to get me in the vehicle, with no more than two minutes on actually driving the thing. After signing for the keys, we were then promptly ushered off the collection area and into the New York traffic. All in all, rather a stressful experience for my Dad, which we only managed to get through thanks to the sat-nav we had already prepared, and the fact that I can sit up front in this car and was able to give directions.

However, despite being a little dropped in at the deep end, the plan came together quite well and we managed the three and a half-hour drive to Boston without any major hiccups. It did make us realise that the quality of the roads in the States is highly variable, and in some cases makes some of the potholed streets in Britain look like the unblemished face of any supermodel (or something similarly un-bumpy - yes I know, I need to work on my
similes!).

Our arrival in Boston was pretty uncomplicated, and we checked in to the Hilton with relative ease at 2:30pm. We were shown to our rooms, on the 23rd floor (quite why an accessible room is quite so high is beyond me, but I’ll just put the question of how I’ll be evacuated in the event of a fire out of my mind for now...). If I die to regret those words, I command you: see me avenged! Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be fine!

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful and devoted to recovery from all of the excitement! Our first sight of New York was particularly exciting, and it's good to know we will be back there to see it all. My mission now, to find free wi-fi access as this first 24-hour Internet session at the hotel cost $16! Still, I'm at a loss to find free WiFi nearby without first looking on the Internet! Ah, the irony!

Days 5 & 6: Cabin Fever

As the first leg of the journey draws to a close, we are all beginning to feel the effects of shipboard confinement, as it seems no matter how big the ship, there is still no escaping the fact that we are in the middle of the ocean with no means of escape! Fortunately we are almost there, as our recent pastime of trying to annoy each other, brought on by boredom, threatens to make things rather interesting.

That's not to say that we haven’t enjoyed the experience, from the fantastic food to (some) genuinely enjoyable entertainment. I say some, as it really is just one or two gems among a larger number of decidedly ropey performances. One such gem we went to yesterday, which was a much abridged version of Hobson's Choice, a play about a Manchester shopkeeper and his three daughters who he attempts to marry off. Good quality acting by the professionally trained Queen Mary 2 actors.

Last night we once again saw our two new dinner companions, who are a couple of eccentric Americans in their late 70s, from Idaho. They were late to join us as for the past few days they had stayed in their cabin, their luggage having been lost by the airline prior to boarding. On a ship like this, where the minimum standard of dress is a jacket and shirt, and three nights out of six is black tie, no luggage is beyond a mere inconvenience! Anyway, we spoke to them for some time, although there were some communication issues as they were both a little hard of hearing and seeming a little vague as to what they had done for the last few days. They did eventually find some common ground with my Dad on who should win American Idol - and there was I thinking he had just been watching mindless TV, little did I realise he was researching for this trip!

Today, our main focus has been on preparing for our arrival in New York and subsequent journey to Boston. At one point this morning we were receiving post almost every hour, each with new instructions on disembarkation procedure. After a number of visits to the powers that be in the Purser's office, we seem to have now sorted it, and we can but hope that the plan all comes together smoothly! I don't think my Dad is convinced of this, particularly as he now has to drive through Manhattan, which isn't known for its quiet streets!

So all that remains is the final dinner, and a bright and early start if we want to see the sights as we sail into New York, which should begin at around 4:30am. I'm not known as an early morning person, so we'll have to wait and see whether I'm up in time! Of course, I might convince myself to wait until the journey back - after all, at the speed we’ll be going, it doesn't matter much whether we are coming or going, the sights will be the same! Yes, as you can see, my powers of self-persuasion and rationalisation remain intact!

Day Four: Service with a Smile

One of the most famous aspects of the Cunard transatlantic experience is supposed to be the exemplary service you receive from the crew. So far everything we have seen has confirmed that reputation, from the boarding staff to our waiters and waitress at the restaurant, and of course our Butler I mentioned yesterday. The butler service is something we get as Queen's Grill passengers, which is basically the upper tier of cabins available, with extra space and a whole host of such luxuries. This extra luxurious status (which they certainly make you pay for!) was necessary as there were no accessible standard grade cabins available when I made the booking, but is something you truly come to appreciate when spending a week in one place.

Anyway, back to the crew. Our Butler is called Elgin, who hails from the Philippines. He works in nine-month long stints, meaning he gets to spend only three months in the year with his family which includes two daughters. It makes you think that the pay must have to be a pretty good incentive, but short of asking questions that are none of my business I can't guarantee you of that!

Elgin is the only one of the crew we have really got to know, but they are all remarkably attentive and vigilant, keen to spot any way in which they can be of assistance. After the first night the restaurant staff, after seeing my father cutting up the food for me, asked us if it was okay for them to do it before they brought food out -- which was really great as they were both helpful and careful not to make assumptions. It got me to thinking whether or not the staff received disability awareness training, although I am doubtful as at other times their approach has been a little patchy in this regard, occasionally addressing my father instead of me. But evidently this is outweighed by their clear desire to be as helpful as they possibly can.

And talking of excellent service, this entry wouldn't be complete without recognising the wonderful job that my PA Jan has been doing to help us out. It makes me wonder how we will cope without him on the way back! This trip once again demonstrates how varied the role of PA can be, and hopefully this would be considered a perk, although the rather hit and miss nature of ship's activities may at times bring that into question! I refer here to the Cunard singers show we went to in the afternoon, which was of questionable quality - it started with a medley from the Osmonds which probably gives you some idea.

A nice short entry today, and not even a pretentious quote to finish it off. Tune in for more tomorrow!

Day 3: In the Middle of a Transatlantic Crossing-Not the Best Place to Discover You Get Seasick!

One thing I expected from this trip was to discover new things about myself, as I moved well out of my comfort zone. Of course, I expected this to be a bit more deep and meaningful than the first such discovery - which is that I possess an innate desire for the horizon not to move whenever I look out the window. For the last 12 hours or so the ship has been travelling in what is classified as “rough” conditions, with waves overnight reaching heights of up to 6 m. Up until this point, I had been coping quite well being at sea, as the sea was calmer, and all that really told you the ship was moving was the very occasional wobble and some minor vibrations. Last night, however, I was overcome by queasiness and had to retire early, barely managing more than a few mouthfuls of a very tasty steak.

Fortunately, the crew on the Queen Mary 2 are accustomed to the situation, and our Butler (more about him in the next instalment) supplied us with anti-seasickness pills to sort me out. After sweating it out over a very restless night I woke up feeling considerably better. I'll keep taking the pills for the rest of the journey and hope for some much calmer seas.

Yesterday's activities were a rather strange mix of the elegant and the depraved, in equal measure albeit not at the same time. Let's start with the depraved: a half-hour lecture on the top 10 serial killers of all time. Not perhaps what you would expect to be the chosen topic for the retirees, particularly given the warnings for graphic crime scene images, but perhaps one of the most well attended events we've been to yet. I guess you should never underestimate the appetite for gore! It was rather disturbing in parts, and I've realised there were many serial killers who I'd never heard of, but that's probably one piece of knowledge I don't really need anyway.

The end of the lecture was rather comicly interrupted by good old Commodore Bernard Warner, (who reminds me of Captain Birdseye without the beard), who had an important announcement that we would now be docking in midtown Manhattan as opposed to Brooklyn as originally intended. That should be a much better view and approach, albeit requiring us to reorganise the meet up with the hire car and the directions to Boston. The Commodore continued to make his usual noon announcement, in his usual speaking style with long, deliberate pauses between each sentence which make you want to poke him until he switches back on to normal speed. Much to the annoyance of serial killer guy, who was dying to show us more gore. Just as he was about to continue, the Commodore's announcement was translated into German, French and Spanish. That might be have been the most entertaining part of the lecture, which tells you something!

The natural follow-up to blood and guts, of course, is a cocktail reception with the Commodore and deputy captain. Once again a formal night, and a chance to mingle with fellow guests. We met an American guy who must've been 70-odd, who told us of his role on the ship as “dance host”. It wasn't immediately obvious what that was, but it turns out he gets free boarding and food in return for dancing with the single ladies on the ship. Interesting guy - although perhaps a little more interested in himself than we were, if you know what I mean. Still, it was good to hear how he came to that line of work. Hats off to him, I can certainly think of worse ways to end up at 70.

I leave you with a quote from my book, the autobiography of Benjamin Franklin, which I started to get me in the mood for the historical sites of Boston:
“So convenient a thing it is to be a reasonable creature, since it enables one to find or make a reason for everything one has a mind to do”

Day 2: Living It up with the Oldies

So what kinds of people choose a transatlantic cruise? For me, it’s the only truly accessible option to get to the states, at least until the airlines can take wheelchairs in the cabin. Not that I’m complaining, this is a fantastic way to travel, relaxing yet interesting, with a whole range of activities and plenty of opportunities to chat to your fellow passengers. But back to the question, the one thing I can say is that most passengers are older, retired, and primarily couples. Jan (my PA) and I can definitely vouch for that, after turning up to the 18 to 30 get-together to find nobody else there! Apparently, there are 25 people on the ships manifest aged 18 to 30 (out of a total 2500 passengers), but I guess we were the only ones feeling sociable!

Each evening on board we have the daily program of events for the next day delivered, allowing us to plan in advance when I need to get my bum out of bed! Day two started with a visit to the planetarium, for a typically cheesy, Americanised presentation of space photography including images from the Mars probes. Nice pictures, but it began to get a bit silly in points “ could you imagine an elephant if you'd never seen one before?” - truly thought-provoking stuff! The planetarium also doubles up as a cinema, and was where we came back to see crazy heart before dinner. A really great film - definitely worth the Oscar.

Last night saw the first formal evening, with a tuxedo or dark suit the minimum standard of evening wear. Which meant I had to break out the only tux I've ever worn, which has become a bit of family heirloom as it was passed from my Dad, to my brother, and finally on to me. My father, who is joining me on the whole trip, had to buy another one a long time ago to account for his, err... middle age spread! So it was a very smart affair, and finally we actually looked the part for the luxury Queen Grill restaurant! The evening was particularly civilised, with dinner, followed by a piano recital in the lounge. And then, after quite enough poshing it up, it was down the pub for another pub quiz!

Day 1: All Aboard!

Well it's been almost a year in the planning, and longer than that in the dreaming of, but finally my epic transatlantic trip has begun! And what a crazy couple of weeks it's been leading up to this -- I don't think I've ever been this busy, what with finishing up all my work, planning the last few details of this trip and trying to sort out personal assistants (paid carers) for when I get back. After all that I really need this holiday!

Coming aboard the Queen Mary 2 really was very smooth, effortless procedure. After a reasonable hour and a half drive to Southampton docks, we were met by a member of docks staff specifically assigned to help us on board. Apparently this was because the lift at the docks was broken, so we had to use the crew gangway to get on board. They were most apologetic for the hassle, but with nothing to compare it to it didn't seem to be a problem at all. The whole process from arriving at the docks to getting into our room took a maximum of half an hour.

And what a sight it was when we got to our room! It really is huge, and very impressive. We were welcomed by a bottle of champagne on ice and chocolates, which we decided to enjoy on our private balcony. I knew it was going to be luxurious, but nothing quite prepared me for this. It got us thinking that maybe we need to upgrade our cabin on the way back, which wasn't going to be the same grade.

After some intrepid exploring, followed by lunch, the all-important emergency procedure and some chilling out in our room, it was just about time for dinner. Now dinner on the Queen Mary 2, as with many other things is a very elegant (i.e. posh) affair, usually involving everyone dressing up to the nines. The first night is elegant casual, i.e. jacket and shirt for men, but no tie. Well that's still far more smart than I usually am! We were lucky enough to be seated on a big table, which means we get to be sociable. Only two other people on their last night though, a retired couple from Sheffield. We seem to do okay with the smalltalk, and maybe they didn't notice that we're not really posh! But who knows, maybe they're not posh either (although I doubt it, the wife was called Cecily for goodness sake!).

And finally, to round up the night we decided to visit the Golden Lion pub (yes, there really is a pub on board!) For the pub quiz, and a few much appreciated bevvies. A very nice and civilised end to the evening, before hitting the hay with the special Queen Mary 2 extra hour in bed to look forward to. Five 25 hour days, what a fantastic approach to avoiding jetlag!

Anyway, that wraps up the first blog, time to go off and enjoy the holiday! Check back for Day two and three ...