My friends and I were supposed to go the weekend of Hurricane Irene but it got postponed to this weekend when the temperature dropped into the frigid 50s. We weren’t quite sure what to expect because the only information about the Boatel, is an article in the New York Times and the fact that it has been sold out all summer. So, of course we had to check it out.
But whether it was the weather or just my long week catching up to me, I was underwhelmed.
The best way to describe the boatel experience is to call it more like a youth hostel in a foreign country that was listed in Lonely Planet as the hostel to stay at. We could have been in a foreign country as it took over an hour to get there via the A Train (and almost 2 hours to get back due to construction).
We were greeted by Constance Hockaday who showed us to our boat, the New York, N.Y. After scoping out the boat situation we settled on the main dock with other boatelies. And this is where the typical hostel conversation came up – How did you hear about this? Where do you live? Where are you from? Where did you get that food?
We ate some long-awaited hot dogs with mustard and then all gathered around for a lecture presented by Connie about how water can lead to transcendence. The presentation was entertaining and educational, spanning philosophical discourse to daddy issues. But afterwards, everyone went back to their respective boats and did not come back out until morning.
All in all, it sounds like a cool idea – especially in NYC – but it just did not deliver.