Boston

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I knew I was a backpacker again as I lay awake at 2am in a bunk bed covered in graffiti in a room with 5 fairly smelly men (I'm sure Rich wasn't one of them, of course...) contemplating whether throwing something at the unfeasibly loud snorer in the bunk opposite would be socially acceptable behaviour. After a couple of nights I was back in the swing of things though, largely due to the excellent decision to end each evening with a trip to the pub.

Boston was fun - I got a really good feel for the place. We went to Fenway Park (and looked at it; the Red Sox had already qualified for the playoffs and so the games weren't worth seeing, I was reliably informed). Wandered around the city taking in the sights, tried Boston baked beans (bit too sweet I thought), checked out some blues at the Boston institution Wally's Cafe, went to Harvard and took advantage of $6 meals at a nearby Mexican restaurant. God bless students.

Obviously no trip to Boston would be complete without a pilgrimage to my fellow lawyer Ally McBeal's offices and the courthouse. Sadly, the Biscuit was not in residence.