If you have ever heard the word Salem, you probably think of The Salem Witch Hunt, The Salem Witch Trials, or something about witches and the essence of haunting beings.
Well, here's the real story.
Apart from all the tarots, crystal balls, and palm reading, Salem was once (and still is) a very profitable sea port. Then, a few narrow-minded geniuses saw a few girls acting strange, (for that time-period) and therefore, the Salem witch trials began. Ever since, just because of that misunderstanding, Salem is known for witches, attracts witches (well they claim to be witches) and also lures in ghost hunters, History Channel, and a bunch of tourists.
There is the Salem Witch Museum, (which we didn't go to) The Salem Witch Memorial (we didn't go to that also) and the execution sights (not visited also.) During our whole visit, we tried to avoid anything to do with witches.
But it was hard.
Sat, July 23, 2011:
When we parked out of Salem Place (a mall) we went in to the mall to find a restroom. After only seeing Buddha statues and tarot rooms, we asked around. Finding a bathroom in the corner of the entrance to the mall, we went and got back out. Even from that point in time, I wanted to leave Salem.
Then, it took us a long time to find the Visitors Center. When found, we decided we were going to go on a trolley ride around Salem and the Maritime Museum. We wouldn't get enveloped in the witch junk. We purchased tickets by two guys on the street, and then looked to find the Mariners Museum. On the way to finding it, we saw many creepy and weird shops.
The Museum was closer than I thought. We just had to go out to the harbor, (beautiful by the way) and turn on the corner to a small building. The boats that we looked at in the harbor were mostly wood ships, with a nice painted color. We saw a lot of yellow and green, but occasionally a blue appeared.
In the Mariner’s Museum, was only one small building with a movie theater, (small too) on the left side, (if your facing it from the front) and on the right some pictures, computers, and a booth where a man sat. There was also a gift shop in this tiny area.
Seeing the movie, it mostly contained information on the history of Salem’s seaport legacy: from it’s wealthy captains to trading with other countries. There was also underground trading to avoid customs.
It was a very interesting (for me and Dad anyway) documentary.
After that, we searched to find a place where we could wait for the trolley. We sat outside the House of 7 Gables for about 20 minutes, talking to an old lady and her daughter, waiting. As a trolley pulled up, it zoomed right past us, despite our frantic waving. Most of the people we were waiting with said things like, “I want my money back!” or “I’m just getting a cab!” and “So hot!” and many others.
Dad made a phone call, and he explained the next trolley would be here next time it made a round trip. “It just left here though! That could take 20 minutes or more!”
Later, the trolley came around and we boarded with complaint. After finding a good seat, I flipped on my video camera. The guide was hard to understand (for a southerner) and it wasn’t worth it. All the guy told us about was homes that belonged to certain people, haunted houses, the witch museum, and many other unnecessary things. All in all, (and you think I’m going to say something nice) it wasn’t a fun adventure. By the way, The Trolley company refunded our money.
Mom’s response: Wasn’t worth it.
Rebecca’s comment: I liked it; there were not many witches.
Dad’s input: Beautiful harbor, nice old ships.
My take: I’M NOT GOING BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Although there will be better days. The only thing I got out of Salem was fear. Deep fear.
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!,
Andrew
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