Schlepping about in the Big Apple
Jaa ne ('see you') Tokyo.
Hello New York City!
I have left the Land of the Rising Sun and Decreasing Bank Balance to return to the Big Apple. Right now, I am staying in Brooklyn with my friend Pam. Her funky little apartment is - I am very happy to say - very well heated. According to the news this morning, it was 15 degrees Fahrenheit. Which is -9.4 degrees Celcius. Watch this Australian become a popsicle. My middle name will be Blue... or Four Toes by the time I leave. It snowed last week and you can still see big chunks of ice on the side of the streets where the snow has melted, then frozen again. Go the thermal underwear.
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The plane trip yesterday from Tokyo to NYC was again uneventful. I had two seats to myself, which still meant that I was wholly uncomfortable the whole flight. No plane buddy. My Qantas flight from Perth to Tokyo was the 'veterans crew'. Last night's American Airlines was undoubtedly the Golden Oldies Geriatric brigade. Only they were not golden but a bit crabby and rather uninterested in their jobs. I have finally found an airlines where the food scares me. I did not think that was humanly possible. My 'special vegetarian meal' had tofu which had the taste and texture of bland chicken.
Arriving 5.30pm last night, I caught the AirTrain and subway into Manhattan. It was a world away from Tokyo's sanitised train system. Graffiti, old decrepid carriages, not one perfectly preened woman in sight, and people actually using their hoods for something other than decoration. Toto, we're not in Tokyo anymore.
* * * * *
I look out the lounge room window and see the Manhattan skyline with the Empire State Building rising above as the most prominent architectural landmark. Settling back with my copious cups of tea, I watch daytime television. On the news, the MTA is threatening to strike. The city will come to a stand-still if so. Deadline is looming for midnight on Thursday. Get your Christmas shopping done... right now. But no one really thinks it's going to happen anyway.
I blissfully enjoy the sounds of the streets below, the ambience of the apartment, and the skyline before me. Right here, right now - the moment is perfect. And life is beautiful. I'll deal with tomorrow later.
Hello New York City!
I have left the Land of the Rising Sun and Decreasing Bank Balance to return to the Big Apple. Right now, I am staying in Brooklyn with my friend Pam. Her funky little apartment is - I am very happy to say - very well heated. According to the news this morning, it was 15 degrees Fahrenheit. Which is -9.4 degrees Celcius. Watch this Australian become a popsicle. My middle name will be Blue... or Four Toes by the time I leave. It snowed last week and you can still see big chunks of ice on the side of the streets where the snow has melted, then frozen again. Go the thermal underwear.* * * * *
The plane trip yesterday from Tokyo to NYC was again uneventful. I had two seats to myself, which still meant that I was wholly uncomfortable the whole flight. No plane buddy. My Qantas flight from Perth to Tokyo was the 'veterans crew'. Last night's American Airlines was undoubtedly the Golden Oldies Geriatric brigade. Only they were not golden but a bit crabby and rather uninterested in their jobs. I have finally found an airlines where the food scares me. I did not think that was humanly possible. My 'special vegetarian meal' had tofu which had the taste and texture of bland chicken.
Arriving 5.30pm last night, I caught the AirTrain and subway into Manhattan. It was a world away from Tokyo's sanitised train system. Graffiti, old decrepid carriages, not one perfectly preened woman in sight, and people actually using their hoods for something other than decoration. Toto, we're not in Tokyo anymore.
* * * * *
I look out the lounge room window and see the Manhattan skyline with the Empire State Building rising above as the most prominent architectural landmark. Settling back with my copious cups of tea, I watch daytime television. On the news, the MTA is threatening to strike. The city will come to a stand-still if so. Deadline is looming for midnight on Thursday. Get your Christmas shopping done... right now. But no one really thinks it's going to happen anyway.I blissfully enjoy the sounds of the streets below, the ambience of the apartment, and the skyline before me. Right here, right now - the moment is perfect. And life is beautiful. I'll deal with tomorrow later.
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