A day in Syracuse
Jul. 18th, 2010 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mellotron_breakfastWithout any book swappers or harliquinns to meet, I roamed Syracuse for a day trying to find everything worthwhile that could be reached on foot. I found the University district almost by accident and later took photos of various buildings, found Lafayette Park, Clinton Square and the Armory District.
Someone tried to scam me out of $20 on the premise that he was that short to buy a ticket to Rochester, or else he'd fail to meet his parole officer and end up back in prison. I didn't give him anything and avoided a confrontation, which is good because I hate fighting fat people. They hit really hard, and someone of my size hardly has any blow sufficient to drive them back. I know this from sparring sessions with my father, who also has fast hands and never pulls punches.
I eventually went to PJ's Pub and tried Yuengling, on the recommendation of Barack Obama. It was smooth, good enough to be Canadian. I had two pints of it.
I managed to get shuttle service back to the bus terminal for tomorrow, which is good. I had to pay a cab to get here, but if I can avoid doing the same on my way back I can save a fair deal which will find better use in NYC.
The hotel is the Parkview. It's from the mid-20s and retains charm, but the room key slot will sometimes fail to unlock the door five times in a row, then work on the sixth try. I took all the precautions, never put the card next to a cellphone or anything that would ruin the magnetism, but still. At least the place is clean and air conditioned.
Someone tried to scam me out of $20 on the premise that he was that short to buy a ticket to Rochester, or else he'd fail to meet his parole officer and end up back in prison. I didn't give him anything and avoided a confrontation, which is good because I hate fighting fat people. They hit really hard, and someone of my size hardly has any blow sufficient to drive them back. I know this from sparring sessions with my father, who also has fast hands and never pulls punches.
I eventually went to PJ's Pub and tried Yuengling, on the recommendation of Barack Obama. It was smooth, good enough to be Canadian. I had two pints of it.
I managed to get shuttle service back to the bus terminal for tomorrow, which is good. I had to pay a cab to get here, but if I can avoid doing the same on my way back I can save a fair deal which will find better use in NYC.
The hotel is the Parkview. It's from the mid-20s and retains charm, but the room key slot will sometimes fail to unlock the door five times in a row, then work on the sixth try. I took all the precautions, never put the card next to a cellphone or anything that would ruin the magnetism, but still. At least the place is clean and air conditioned.
