I have to clear up a couple stigmas attached to New York City before I get into the meat and potatoes of what we’ve been up to lately.
Firstly, the city drivers (in particular the taxi drivers) aren’t THAT crazy. In my opinion Chicago has the worst drivers and driving conditions hands down. Secondly, New Yorkians aren’t the bunch of jerks that everyone makes them out to be, it is the tourists that are the jerks.
You’ve probably already seen the Midget Jackson video by now which I think should be essential viewing for any potential busker in Perth however the New Yorkian buskers’ have figured out something more devious. If you have a captive audience, then your audience will be captivated! What the crap am I talking about? Well, the buskers here use the trains to force an audience to listen to them and it’s not just restricted to a guitarist or saxophonist. Religious weirdos use the transit time to talk about the extra 32 psalms they have written for the Bible, or hand out pamphlets on how to survive second death…. it’s all really fascinating really.
Not to mention that the subways themselves are in any way dull or uninteresting. Today on our now very familar subway trip into Manhattan the doors opened at a station only to show paramedics and a cop trying to resucitate someone. Strangely though, it seemed that only Leeane and I were concerned with this, even some of the passengers that got on at the same station just grabbed a seat and opened up their latest Robert Ludlow novel.
From the dark humid arteries of New York to the dizzying heights of the tallest buildings, the city really shows just how big it is from 66 floors above street level.

view from Rockefeller

another angle from the Rockefeller

Empire state with twin towers light in background

From L-R: Leeane, Rob, Empire state building
Uncle Bob described Times Square at night as a condensed Vegas. It is easy to see why, massive billboards and blinding lights everywhere over 4-5 blocks. Stunning at night.

Leeane in Times Sq.

Me in Times Sq.
Despite the massive cleanup in recent times of Central park, we still weren’t game enough to explore it during the night. During the day however it is a completely different story, heaps of people exercising always with the city skyline in the background.

on top of a rock in central park.

view from a rocky outcrop
We caught the train down to Grand Central Station on our way to Chinatown and Little Italy, it certainly makes Perth train station look like a crime-infested tin shed – which it is.

grand central, complete with patriotism
Next up China town, rows and rows of identical shops selling belt buckles and handbags and people asking you if you want to buy a Rolex. It’s fun for a block or two, but fortunately for us we stumbled upon Little Italy which is very similar but instead of rows and rows of knock off shops, you have rows and rows of pasta restaurants.

little Italy
So that’s what we have been up to lately. If I sound a little annoyed in this post it is because Leeane got felt up by a muscly 40 year old in slug-huggers – I guess I’m just a little jealous!
Rob
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