07.06.2010 - 07.06.2010 22 °C
In America, when crossing the road; first look left, then look right.
Unfortunately this advice wasn't heeded by a teenager who had just finished school for the day and who wanted to run over and meet his friends on the other side of the road. Thank goodness he was able to get up and walk away, although I have a feeling that once the adrenaline wears off he's going to be in a hell of a lot of pain. Fair play to the driver who slammed on the breaks as quick as she could and was genuinely concered about how the young guy was rather than looking for his parents so she could sue.
Well that downer over with, we've had sun and lots of it! I took at 5 hour hike up Mt. Dorr today and enjoyed the breathtaking views over the New England coastline and across the Park to Mt. Cadillac. The walk from my hostel to the Park took about an hour and the journey up the mountain from there took nearly two hours. Mt. Dorr is in Acadia National Park - the only National Park in the North East United States. The hike was far trickier than I was expecting. The deulge of rain that we've had here made climbing up the rocky paths difficult, especially with camera in hand. I forgot to pack lunch so I was pretty exhausted at the top. A power nap was in order! Speaking of cameras - I'm taking my pictures in 'Raw' files rather than jpegs and haven't quite worked out how to upload them yet.
I had a brilliant evening. There is a comedy show in town called ImprovAcadia (photos and info here http://www.improvacadia.com/). Basically it's improvised acting and comedy by three actors with audience participation thrown in. My personal favourite came from a the audience contribution. For one performance we were asked to devise our own play. We were asked to write down a line from a play (to be or not to be ...), a clique in America High School (ie. jocks, 'means girls', nerds, etc), a weird superpower, something you can't physically do (we ended up with 'kiss your own ass'), something you do as a pair, etc, etc ... all set in an aeroplane. They would just act the scene and now and again pick up one of the written directions from us and introduce it into the performance. It was hilarious. The venue was perfect, there were just twelve of us there in a small room with a lit stage at the front. I think laughing so much it hurts counts as exercise so it ticked all the boxes.
My buses are booked for my onward journey tomorrow. 8.45am shuttle picking me up outside the hostel and taking me to Portland, Maine's economic centre and home to plenty of iconic lighthouses, via a small city just south of here, Bangor. The travelling proper starts then.
Next stop Portland ...
PS. I've been looking at other travel blogs and noticed that some are very long. Well you're not going to get that here - there will be no short stories coming from me. This is proudly a dyslexic friendly blog (that's dis-lex-ic frend-lee to my fellow afflicted).