So on the second day in Boston we discovered somehow (probably through overuse of http://www.nytimes.com but i forget how exactly) that Barack Obama was to be attending a charity event on the street next to our big crazyperson hostel.
Amy and I dedicated ourselves to the cause of waiting in the freezing rain to see him arrive, whilst Emily had gone more than an hour and a half without sugar and could therefore not be present after having a Haribo-related meltdown about ten minutes in.
We were delirious from the past few days' traveling and bored stiff by the end, but here are a few pictures of the anticipation:
We didn't get to see him. He was ushered into the building through that irritating white tent. We did however get to speak to some very interesting Bostonian journalists, even got interviewed by one (we naturally proceeded to convince them that we had flown over from the UK specially for the occasion), witnessed the erratic behaviour of some of the locals who were so out of their minds trying to throw themselves at the security they were actually, now i think about it, probably straight from our hostel, and worked up an appetite for pizza and shopping afterwards. No sales tax in Boston you say? Excellent.
Listening to: "Sodom South Georgia" by Iron and Wine.