Last night we headed out to 'Love', by Cirque di Soleil. 'Love' is the story and music of 'The Beatles'. It was really great, such a production! You've got to wonder about the minds of the people putting these things together.
From there we headed to the 'special' club that I had gotten free entry to. Ros started talking to a guy called Jason and his girlfriend Melissa, we were having such a great time with them that Jason asked us to go along with them to another club, but we wouldn't have free drinks there so we declined.
We moved onto the outdoor area and started to talking to two different groups of people. We had lots of fun, but then I went up to the bar and the free drinks had just finished, so I had to pay $12 for a vodka that I didn't even finish! We left and got a bite to eat then headed back to the Bellagio.
This morning we checked out and were left with a few hours to kill before going to the airport. We went to the shops in Caesar's palace, where I bought a shirt from Abercombie and Fitch and stocked up on more Mac makeup as well as another top from Banana Republic. Then, because I had been searching in every glasses store for my beloved Serengetti, with no luck, I thought it high time to select another pair. After deliberating and probably annoying the hell out of the poor guy in the store for a good half hour I was debating between a $330 pair of Kaenon or $180 pair of Maui Jim. Then the salesman (because I was leaning towards the more expensive pair) said that he could give me a 20% discount, but only with a discount voucher that I could go pick up. I told him I would use that time to decide.
Returning to the store I had pretty much decided on the Kaenon, but then spent another 20 mins deliberating (again), and more out of feeling an obligation to buy something from the poor fellow I had tortured, I walked out with the Maui Jims! I think I am happy with them, but I am still going to seek out the Serengettis online when I get back home. I love those glasses...you know when something is just perfect for you...
Killed more time walking around, got a bite to eat then did some people watching in the front of the Bellagio before getting our bags and catching the shuttle to the airport. As we were waiting, we met 'Bill the Bus driver' who told us he was on series 2 of America's got talent. And then he serenaded Ros with a song. I think she was smitten. You should youtube him. Go on!
The shuttle bus driver was female, and you should have seen her get our bags onto the back of the bus. I asked her how she hadn't dislocated her shoulder yet. On the bus, and she was just a hoot. These African Americans just have the best sense of humour!
At the airport, and we started talking to the lady checking us in. I don't know if she was lonely, but she started to tell us her life story, but she was also really interesting, and when she started talking about her mother and father, she actually brought tears to my eyes. I am completely taken aback by the beautiful people I have met on this trip. In fact she said herself that essentially everyone has three things in common, love, sadness and laughter!
We are now just waiting to board the (small) plane to LA. It has been an amazing trip.
I will likely blog one more time to jot my summary of what I have seen/observed of this wonderful country. Not least my attitude towards it and its people.
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11 September 2011
10 September 2011
Oh David, say it again.
This morning I slept in after being awake until 2.00am this morning. I really was itching to be out on the town last night, but my feet wouldn't let me stand up. Oh well, maybe tonight.
Ros went out to the pool, but I was already feeling the heat too much so I went out to the strip for breakfast and a wander. I ended up back at the Venetian (Palazzo) where I purchased a Thomas Sabo charm, and inquired about Serengetti sunglasses for the 50th time this trip. The company was bought out and taken over by a company that now supplies them to Walmart. Apparently the quality won't be the same anymore, but Maui Jim (the ones everyone is recommending to me) just don't fit the same...sigh. Think I will try getting them online when I get back home.
I then went to the Mirage and from talking to a girl in a specific shop, ended up getting wrist bands for me and Ros to get into the club at the Mirage for free tonight. We will have free drinks...yay!
Met Ros back at the hotel and we headed out to the Northbound shopping outlet. I bought a dress and some Mac makeup for dirt cheap.
We got back on the express bus to get back to the hotel, and the (exceptionally good looking) guy who sat behind me asked if he was on the right bus for the strip. I said yes and Ros made a comment about an American asking the Aussie...turns out the guy was from Sydney. I noted his accent sounded British, and he said that yes, he was from London but now lives in Sydney. We went on to discuss each other's travels and then (at the next stop), a buxom lady sat down next to him. She then started to talk to him and asked him where he was from. Then she said "Just keep talking, the alphabet will do". David said that would be boring, she said "for who?". She was clearly in lust.
Well the banter between these two started and went on and on, until the entire front of the bus were laughing at nearly every line being said. Especially when 'Carla Lewis' (yes we found out her name), said "where are the chapels?". We were all talking to each other and then Carla looked at a gentleman who had been laughing along and said "and what's your name" (in a kind of "what you looking at" voice). He said Harrold, Carla asked him about his day and he revealed that it was his birthday. So Carla starts half the bus singing "happy birhtday".
This was seriously the funniest bus trip I have ever been on.
Carla at one stage introduced David to her father and step-mother sitting behind them, and said when we get married you can stay anytime. Her father mentioned "Gerald", and Carla responded with "Gerald who - I don't see no ring on my finger" in her Atlanta drawl. The bus in fits once again.
It really was a fun fun trip, we were literally laughing all the way until we had to get off. Me and Ros even took photos, and so Carla pulled out her mobile phone, took a photo of David and said "wallpaper". Again, an uproar of laughter.
Just resting now before heading out. Will report back later.
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Ros went out to the pool, but I was already feeling the heat too much so I went out to the strip for breakfast and a wander. I ended up back at the Venetian (Palazzo) where I purchased a Thomas Sabo charm, and inquired about Serengetti sunglasses for the 50th time this trip. The company was bought out and taken over by a company that now supplies them to Walmart. Apparently the quality won't be the same anymore, but Maui Jim (the ones everyone is recommending to me) just don't fit the same...sigh. Think I will try getting them online when I get back home.
I then went to the Mirage and from talking to a girl in a specific shop, ended up getting wrist bands for me and Ros to get into the club at the Mirage for free tonight. We will have free drinks...yay!
Met Ros back at the hotel and we headed out to the Northbound shopping outlet. I bought a dress and some Mac makeup for dirt cheap.
We got back on the express bus to get back to the hotel, and the (exceptionally good looking) guy who sat behind me asked if he was on the right bus for the strip. I said yes and Ros made a comment about an American asking the Aussie...turns out the guy was from Sydney. I noted his accent sounded British, and he said that yes, he was from London but now lives in Sydney. We went on to discuss each other's travels and then (at the next stop), a buxom lady sat down next to him. She then started to talk to him and asked him where he was from. Then she said "Just keep talking, the alphabet will do". David said that would be boring, she said "for who?". She was clearly in lust.
Well the banter between these two started and went on and on, until the entire front of the bus were laughing at nearly every line being said. Especially when 'Carla Lewis' (yes we found out her name), said "where are the chapels?". We were all talking to each other and then Carla looked at a gentleman who had been laughing along and said "and what's your name" (in a kind of "what you looking at" voice). He said Harrold, Carla asked him about his day and he revealed that it was his birthday. So Carla starts half the bus singing "happy birhtday".
This was seriously the funniest bus trip I have ever been on.
Carla at one stage introduced David to her father and step-mother sitting behind them, and said when we get married you can stay anytime. Her father mentioned "Gerald", and Carla responded with "Gerald who - I don't see no ring on my finger" in her Atlanta drawl. The bus in fits once again.
It really was a fun fun trip, we were literally laughing all the way until we had to get off. Me and Ros even took photos, and so Carla pulled out her mobile phone, took a photo of David and said "wallpaper". Again, an uproar of laughter.
Just resting now before heading out. Will report back later.
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09 September 2011
Perspective
Because I had an early night last night, I was awake early this morning. We got up and figured we would go to the pool, so neither of us showered, we just went straight out for brekky. We went to Paris for crepes! Yummo!
Came back to the Bellagio and changed into our bathers and went down to the pool. It was already hot at 10.00am.
After I had had enough of that I showered and changed and headed out. Today I thought I would explore the North end premium shopping outlets.
That would have been a good plan if I had gotten on the right bus. After going out to Oodiwoopwoop, I got off the bus and headed to the nearby transit terminal and got on a Bus back to my hotel, because by this time it wasn't going to be worth going (time-wise). I got off the bus, but thought I should at least go get the 'Love' tickets (cirque de soleil - with music by the Beatles) for tomorrow night. So I made my way to the Mirage, which is only two hotels away from the Bellagio (and the bus stop). But, it is difficult to comprehend the size of these hotels, they are so huge, that they don't look it. It took me 25 mins to get there, and I walk fast.
Bought the tickets and headed back to our hotel, and on the way grabbed a hot dog and drink. For $13 dollars. Have I told you how bloody expensive it is here? Nothing on The Strip is cheap!
Today was our Sunset Helicopter ride out to the Grand Canyon. We got picked up at our hotel in a limo and were taken to the airport. After formalities we were finally on the chopper, and we were off! It took 45 mins to get to the Canyon itself from the airport, and we were also flown over the Hoover Dam, which in itself was spectacular! Once we were flying in the Canyon, it was long before we landed, took some photos, had a small picnic and champagne too.
Chatting to the pilot I asked what speed he had been going as it felt as though we were going quite slow until we were approaching to land, where it felt as though he was going faster. Well, quite the opposite! He said the speed was 150mph, and that he slowed to 60 on approach. It is the sheer scale of the landscape that messes with your head so that you lose all perspective. And it truly is magnificent. The colours are also wonderful, and it was greener than I thought it would be!
On the trip back we were picked to sit in the front with the pilot and this was awesome. I was able to take photos with some gorgeous colours in the sky. I had been teasing Ros that the pilot would do some trickery with the chopper and that he would do a nosedive. So at one stage on the flight back I hand signaled to Ros that a nosedive was coming up. The pilot saw this, as well as Ros' reaction and he winked and nodded at me to show that he would. Unfortunately he didn't though, so that was a disappointment.
Closer to Vegas, the view of the city lights was great and then we flew in to the right of the strip before coming into land.
The whole trip was fantastic. And whilst we were in the Canyon, a British guy asked his girlfriend to marry him!
Back at the hotel, we decided to go out. We got ready and had a cocktail downstairs, then we thought we would go to the mirage for a drink, but we didn't like any of the bars. We were going to check out Caesar's Palace, but saw that the Venetian was across the road so we decided to check the hotel out. Amazing, kitsch and stunning, all in one...
With all the walking between hotels though, even though I was in the mood to go out, my feet were killing me.
Back at our hotel and Ros went straight up to bed, but I decided to hang around and watch some gambling. Saw one guy playing $1000 chips, and losing them. Another guy at the same table was playing $200 rounds, lost all his chips and just flicked out another $1000 as if each $100 note was worth $1. I couldn't do it, but I suppose that requires perspective too.
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Came back to the Bellagio and changed into our bathers and went down to the pool. It was already hot at 10.00am.
After I had had enough of that I showered and changed and headed out. Today I thought I would explore the North end premium shopping outlets.
That would have been a good plan if I had gotten on the right bus. After going out to Oodiwoopwoop, I got off the bus and headed to the nearby transit terminal and got on a Bus back to my hotel, because by this time it wasn't going to be worth going (time-wise). I got off the bus, but thought I should at least go get the 'Love' tickets (cirque de soleil - with music by the Beatles) for tomorrow night. So I made my way to the Mirage, which is only two hotels away from the Bellagio (and the bus stop). But, it is difficult to comprehend the size of these hotels, they are so huge, that they don't look it. It took me 25 mins to get there, and I walk fast.
Bought the tickets and headed back to our hotel, and on the way grabbed a hot dog and drink. For $13 dollars. Have I told you how bloody expensive it is here? Nothing on The Strip is cheap!
Today was our Sunset Helicopter ride out to the Grand Canyon. We got picked up at our hotel in a limo and were taken to the airport. After formalities we were finally on the chopper, and we were off! It took 45 mins to get to the Canyon itself from the airport, and we were also flown over the Hoover Dam, which in itself was spectacular! Once we were flying in the Canyon, it was long before we landed, took some photos, had a small picnic and champagne too.
Chatting to the pilot I asked what speed he had been going as it felt as though we were going quite slow until we were approaching to land, where it felt as though he was going faster. Well, quite the opposite! He said the speed was 150mph, and that he slowed to 60 on approach. It is the sheer scale of the landscape that messes with your head so that you lose all perspective. And it truly is magnificent. The colours are also wonderful, and it was greener than I thought it would be!
On the trip back we were picked to sit in the front with the pilot and this was awesome. I was able to take photos with some gorgeous colours in the sky. I had been teasing Ros that the pilot would do some trickery with the chopper and that he would do a nosedive. So at one stage on the flight back I hand signaled to Ros that a nosedive was coming up. The pilot saw this, as well as Ros' reaction and he winked and nodded at me to show that he would. Unfortunately he didn't though, so that was a disappointment.
Closer to Vegas, the view of the city lights was great and then we flew in to the right of the strip before coming into land.
The whole trip was fantastic. And whilst we were in the Canyon, a British guy asked his girlfriend to marry him!
Back at the hotel, we decided to go out. We got ready and had a cocktail downstairs, then we thought we would go to the mirage for a drink, but we didn't like any of the bars. We were going to check out Caesar's Palace, but saw that the Venetian was across the road so we decided to check the hotel out. Amazing, kitsch and stunning, all in one...
With all the walking between hotels though, even though I was in the mood to go out, my feet were killing me.
Back at our hotel and Ros went straight up to bed, but I decided to hang around and watch some gambling. Saw one guy playing $1000 chips, and losing them. Another guy at the same table was playing $200 rounds, lost all his chips and just flicked out another $1000 as if each $100 note was worth $1. I couldn't do it, but I suppose that requires perspective too.
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Trash or Treasure?
I am writing this in the morning as I was too tired last night.
When we checked in to the airport yesterday morning, we we told we were actually going to Vegas via Chicago, so we saw the Chicago airport!
When we got off the plane in Vegas, we walked into the terminal and what do we see? Pokie machines! I would never have believed it if I didn't see it for myself. We got our baggage and found our transfer to the Bellaggio.
My immediate thoughts as we were driving towards and through the strip is that Vegas is just an amusement park for adults. I thought it was pretty trashy actually. That it was all a big joke, and therefore the joke was on us. I suddenly realised why all New Yorkers smirked every time we mentioned we were going to Vegas, but they would qualify it by saying everyone has to go once, and that we were staying at the best hotel there!
When we got to the hotel we couldn't yet check in yet, so my burning need to get some sleep would have to wait. My next priority then was to get some food so we walked across the road to the shopping centre. Even the shopping centre though is like an amusement park. Part of the roof is painted as if it is the sky, and the lighting also changes at this point and it actually feels as though you are outdoors at dusk.
After eating, we walked through some of the hotels and casinos, Paris and Caesar's Palace. Words cannot describe these places. And there are people swarming the place, lapping it all up. The pool at Caesars is amazing - there was even a replica of the Statue of David in the hotel.
Back at the Bellaggio and we check in and to our room...literally walking a kilometer to get there. We are on the 16th floor and overlooking the pool. The room is spectacular and so is the bathroom. Then the phone rings about a minute after walking in the door, and it is the tour company confirming our Grand Canyon chopper flight!
We draw the curtains to have a nap, but after 20mins I find I am not sleeping so I go and run the bath instead.
After my bath, I arrange to meet Ros back in the room at about 6.00pm and I go out for a wander. At the front I see the bus that takes you across the strip and to the North and South end shopping outlets. I decide to get on, and as I was waiting I saw two guys trying to sell their CD. I had a chat to them and bought one.
I got on the bus and went to the South end outlet and once again went mental and purchased a few (ok many) things.
On the bus back I spoke to three Aussies from Tasmania and they gave me heaps of tips about what to do, and not to do. Got back to the hotel and told Ros that I had to have an early dinner otherwise I would just fall asleep, so we went downstairs and ate. Got back and I think I was asleep before 9.00pm. Slept like a baby til 7.00am this morning. Awesome!
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When we checked in to the airport yesterday morning, we we told we were actually going to Vegas via Chicago, so we saw the Chicago airport!
When we got off the plane in Vegas, we walked into the terminal and what do we see? Pokie machines! I would never have believed it if I didn't see it for myself. We got our baggage and found our transfer to the Bellaggio.
My immediate thoughts as we were driving towards and through the strip is that Vegas is just an amusement park for adults. I thought it was pretty trashy actually. That it was all a big joke, and therefore the joke was on us. I suddenly realised why all New Yorkers smirked every time we mentioned we were going to Vegas, but they would qualify it by saying everyone has to go once, and that we were staying at the best hotel there!
When we got to the hotel we couldn't yet check in yet, so my burning need to get some sleep would have to wait. My next priority then was to get some food so we walked across the road to the shopping centre. Even the shopping centre though is like an amusement park. Part of the roof is painted as if it is the sky, and the lighting also changes at this point and it actually feels as though you are outdoors at dusk.
After eating, we walked through some of the hotels and casinos, Paris and Caesar's Palace. Words cannot describe these places. And there are people swarming the place, lapping it all up. The pool at Caesars is amazing - there was even a replica of the Statue of David in the hotel.
Back at the Bellaggio and we check in and to our room...literally walking a kilometer to get there. We are on the 16th floor and overlooking the pool. The room is spectacular and so is the bathroom. Then the phone rings about a minute after walking in the door, and it is the tour company confirming our Grand Canyon chopper flight!
We draw the curtains to have a nap, but after 20mins I find I am not sleeping so I go and run the bath instead.
After my bath, I arrange to meet Ros back in the room at about 6.00pm and I go out for a wander. At the front I see the bus that takes you across the strip and to the North and South end shopping outlets. I decide to get on, and as I was waiting I saw two guys trying to sell their CD. I had a chat to them and bought one.
I got on the bus and went to the South end outlet and once again went mental and purchased a few (ok many) things.
On the bus back I spoke to three Aussies from Tasmania and they gave me heaps of tips about what to do, and not to do. Got back to the hotel and told Ros that I had to have an early dinner otherwise I would just fall asleep, so we went downstairs and ate. Got back and I think I was asleep before 9.00pm. Slept like a baby til 7.00am this morning. Awesome!
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07 September 2011
SuperShuttle...not so super
Am blogging this whilst waiting for security to open up at the airport.
The alarm went off at 1.50am and by 2.10am we were in the hotel lobby waiting for our 'SuperShuttle' transfer to the airport.
2.20 - call shuttle company, they say they will be there in under 15mins.
2.35 - no shuttle
2.45 - shuttle arrives
2.50 - shuttle has arrived at 93rd and Broadway (our hotel was at 94th and Broadway - yes we have moved one block) after going around a few blocks and picking up no one.
3.02 - shuttle has arrived at 94th and Broadway after picking up one passenger.
3.28 - two more passengers are on board and we are leaving the East side and finally on our way to the airport.
3.40 - arrive at La Guardia
WHAT THE FUCK?????? It literally took 12 mins to get to the airport.
3.41 - Ros identifies her bag in the back of the van for the shuttle driver.
3.42 - driver is struggling to pull Ros' bag out
3.43 - driver pulls out Ros' bag...with another, which is inextricably linked to it.
3.44 - Ros steps out in the rain to help the driver disentangle the two bags.
3.45 - Ros is getting soaked and leaves the driver to it, and proceeds to tell me to go help him. I said no. (He is a man, he created the problem, he can fix the problem).
3.46 - Ros can't bear to see the driver still struggling and once again goes to assist.
3.47 - Driver seemingly gives up, but assumingly goes to get a knife or some other sharp article to cut the bags apart. He leaves Ros fighting the battle.
3.48 - I decide I can't bear to see a perfectly good bag damaged and go to help Ros.
3.48 and 10 seconds - I determine the two bags have been twisted in one of the former processes and I untwist them by lifting the stranger's bag to a standing position.
3.48 and 15 seconds - I determine Ros' zipper has hooked into fabric of stranger's bag.
3.48 and 20 seconds - I have disengaged the two bags.
FUCKING GENIUS HEY!
FOR FUCK'S SAKE
4.35 - airport security opens
I COULD HAVE BEEN ASLEEP UNTIL 4.00AM
FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!
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The alarm went off at 1.50am and by 2.10am we were in the hotel lobby waiting for our 'SuperShuttle' transfer to the airport.
2.20 - call shuttle company, they say they will be there in under 15mins.
2.35 - no shuttle
2.45 - shuttle arrives
2.50 - shuttle has arrived at 93rd and Broadway (our hotel was at 94th and Broadway - yes we have moved one block) after going around a few blocks and picking up no one.
3.02 - shuttle has arrived at 94th and Broadway after picking up one passenger.
3.28 - two more passengers are on board and we are leaving the East side and finally on our way to the airport.
3.40 - arrive at La Guardia
WHAT THE FUCK?????? It literally took 12 mins to get to the airport.
3.41 - Ros identifies her bag in the back of the van for the shuttle driver.
3.42 - driver is struggling to pull Ros' bag out
3.43 - driver pulls out Ros' bag...with another, which is inextricably linked to it.
3.44 - Ros steps out in the rain to help the driver disentangle the two bags.
3.45 - Ros is getting soaked and leaves the driver to it, and proceeds to tell me to go help him. I said no. (He is a man, he created the problem, he can fix the problem).
3.46 - Ros can't bear to see the driver still struggling and once again goes to assist.
3.47 - Driver seemingly gives up, but assumingly goes to get a knife or some other sharp article to cut the bags apart. He leaves Ros fighting the battle.
3.48 - I decide I can't bear to see a perfectly good bag damaged and go to help Ros.
3.48 and 10 seconds - I determine the two bags have been twisted in one of the former processes and I untwist them by lifting the stranger's bag to a standing position.
3.48 and 15 seconds - I determine Ros' zipper has hooked into fabric of stranger's bag.
3.48 and 20 seconds - I have disengaged the two bags.
FUCKING GENIUS HEY!
FOR FUCK'S SAKE
4.35 - airport security opens
I COULD HAVE BEEN ASLEEP UNTIL 4.00AM
FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!
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New York I love you, but you're bringing me down (part 2)
Got up a bit earlier this morning as I wanted to make the most of our last day in New York. Went for coffee at the nearest Starbucks and came back to confirm our hotel transfer to the airport in the morning. Our flight leaves at 6.00am and when I rang they said they would pick us up at 2.10am. Excellent!
I broke the news to Ros who stated "well we're not fucking going to sleep then!".
It had been raining when I went out for coffee so I grabbed my leather jacket and figured 'that will do', and we made our way to the subway - off for a visit to the United Nations. We caught the train to 5th Avenue, but we had to walk the rest of the way to 1st Avenue.
At the UN, we had to go through security as tight as any airport but once inside we quickly arranged a guided tour. We were all given headsets that we could hear the tour guide through and off we went. First point of interest was the room where the Security Council meets. And did you know that they meet every day? And that because of that, all 15 members (delegates) live in NYC? The guide spoke about how members are elected, and which members have veto power etc.
We moved onto the General Assembly meeting room, which by the way, is now represented by 193 delegates since the independence of South Sudan. This is the room you always see on tele. The meeting is held in six languages, and if your country sends representatives that don't speak any of the six languages, then you must provide your own interpreter. Each seat has an earpiece and you just turn the dial to 'tune in' to the language of your choice.
Th guide went on to show us work that the United Nations do, and how it functions. Things like clearing land mines is high on the agenda, peace corps in Haiti, school in a box, etc. It made me want to work for them, or at least re-think my career choice. I really do feel useless since I left social welfare.
For those of you who are reading this, do me a favor? When you finish reading here, promise me you will go to freerice.com and play a game or two.
Thanks.
Anyhow, by the time we finished up at the UN, it was raining pretty heavily, so Ros decided to buy an umbrella. I decided I wouldn't bother. I may have looked like a drown rat by the time we made it back to Grand Central station, but meh, whatever.
We headed back to Times Square and grabbed lunch from Chop't. Then Ros headed off to find a Pandora store, I walked around for a bit, found a plastic headscarf in a shop and then walked around with that on my head before waiting to meet Ros. When she saw me, she said I looked like her nonna. I said I didn't care what I looked like....however, she has just now demonstrated what I looked like by tying it around her head, and I have to admit it looked pretty dodgy, but very funny.
Because it was still pissing down, I suggested that we needed to sit down inside and eat a piece of New York cheesecake. Ros asked the security guy standing near us where we might find a good slice of cheesecake and he told us where to find the best, just a few blocks away at 'Juniors'. He said his mouth was watering just talking about it.
And it was pretty darn good. Really light and fluffy and yummy! I also ordered coffee, but I don't really know why. It was the size of a large soup mug and tasted like shite. Ros ordered a hot chocolate which was the same size except had a mountain of fake cream on it. At least the cheesecake was divine.
Because the rain was relentless, and neither of us were dressed for it, we decided to go back to the hotel and have a nap (rather than explore Greenwich Village). And after I slept for five minutes, and was raring to go again, I decided to go get a pedicure. Whilst I was there I decided I may as well also get a manicure. All set for Vegas now!
Grabbed a slice of pizza for dinner at the corner cafe, and solved the world's problems by 9.00pm and now we're just getting ready to get up at 1.50am.
Or stay up.
It is still raining. New York I love you, but you're bringing me down.
And don't forget, freerice.com....
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I broke the news to Ros who stated "well we're not fucking going to sleep then!".
It had been raining when I went out for coffee so I grabbed my leather jacket and figured 'that will do', and we made our way to the subway - off for a visit to the United Nations. We caught the train to 5th Avenue, but we had to walk the rest of the way to 1st Avenue.
At the UN, we had to go through security as tight as any airport but once inside we quickly arranged a guided tour. We were all given headsets that we could hear the tour guide through and off we went. First point of interest was the room where the Security Council meets. And did you know that they meet every day? And that because of that, all 15 members (delegates) live in NYC? The guide spoke about how members are elected, and which members have veto power etc.
We moved onto the General Assembly meeting room, which by the way, is now represented by 193 delegates since the independence of South Sudan. This is the room you always see on tele. The meeting is held in six languages, and if your country sends representatives that don't speak any of the six languages, then you must provide your own interpreter. Each seat has an earpiece and you just turn the dial to 'tune in' to the language of your choice.
Th guide went on to show us work that the United Nations do, and how it functions. Things like clearing land mines is high on the agenda, peace corps in Haiti, school in a box, etc. It made me want to work for them, or at least re-think my career choice. I really do feel useless since I left social welfare.
For those of you who are reading this, do me a favor? When you finish reading here, promise me you will go to freerice.com and play a game or two.
Thanks.
Anyhow, by the time we finished up at the UN, it was raining pretty heavily, so Ros decided to buy an umbrella. I decided I wouldn't bother. I may have looked like a drown rat by the time we made it back to Grand Central station, but meh, whatever.
We headed back to Times Square and grabbed lunch from Chop't. Then Ros headed off to find a Pandora store, I walked around for a bit, found a plastic headscarf in a shop and then walked around with that on my head before waiting to meet Ros. When she saw me, she said I looked like her nonna. I said I didn't care what I looked like....however, she has just now demonstrated what I looked like by tying it around her head, and I have to admit it looked pretty dodgy, but very funny.
Because it was still pissing down, I suggested that we needed to sit down inside and eat a piece of New York cheesecake. Ros asked the security guy standing near us where we might find a good slice of cheesecake and he told us where to find the best, just a few blocks away at 'Juniors'. He said his mouth was watering just talking about it.
And it was pretty darn good. Really light and fluffy and yummy! I also ordered coffee, but I don't really know why. It was the size of a large soup mug and tasted like shite. Ros ordered a hot chocolate which was the same size except had a mountain of fake cream on it. At least the cheesecake was divine.
Because the rain was relentless, and neither of us were dressed for it, we decided to go back to the hotel and have a nap (rather than explore Greenwich Village). And after I slept for five minutes, and was raring to go again, I decided to go get a pedicure. Whilst I was there I decided I may as well also get a manicure. All set for Vegas now!
Grabbed a slice of pizza for dinner at the corner cafe, and solved the world's problems by 9.00pm and now we're just getting ready to get up at 1.50am.
Or stay up.
It is still raining. New York I love you, but you're bringing me down.
And don't forget, freerice.com....
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06 September 2011
New York I love you, but you're bringing me down
It is true what people say, you actually can't find a decent coffee in America. Last night Christi had agreed that it was very difficult to find a decent coffee, and she suggested I try and find 'Art of Joe'. I googled this morning and sure enough there was a couple on the west side, and one only 10 blocks away. I went there and ordered a coffee, it was the right size and the right temperature, accompanied by the perfect almond croissant, and yet, it wasn't great. It certainly was better than any coffee I've had to date, but not great. Cibo Pirie St awaits me!
This morning we headed out to the Guggenheim Museum. We started in the rotunda where the exhibits are, and Lee Ufan was showing. Now, I know I am a complete ignoramus when it comes to art. But I know what I like, and then, well, there are some things I just don't get. Between the rocks, paintings, cotton wool, rubber matting.....bizarre.
We quickly moved on to find the permanent collection. And this was really quite spectacular, albeit small. It contained works by; Van Gogh, Cezanne, Gauguin, Monet, Manet, and a couple of my favorites were Picasso's Woman Ironing, and Fernande with a Black Mantilla (from his blue period).
From there we caught the train downtown to City Hall and walked part way across the Brooklyn Bridge. Speccy!
Then we walked towards Ground Zero. We went into St Paul's Chapel which has survived the great fire as well as Sept 11 (7 buildings in total were destroyed that day). The firemen and other workers used the church for respite and many could be found tossing and turning on the pews trying to get a bit of shut-eye. Inside the church is now like a museum, but I could only read about a few stories before being too upset to read anymore.
From there we went to happier things - shopping, at Century 21. We both did more damage to the credit card! Grabbed a bite to eat and got back to the hotel and repacked the bags ready for our 6.00am flight out of here on Wednesday morning.
Today, when it suddenly dawned on me that we only had another day to go here in New York, I genuinely felt heart broken. I love this city and I need more time here, time to just explore the quirky places, the little gems, whether it's food, shops, parks, apartments anything. I mostly want to stop being a tourist here, and just 'live' New York for a bit. Feel it. Get lost in it. I want to talk to more New Yorkers and explore every last inch of Central Park. I want time to find that decent cup of coffee.
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This morning we headed out to the Guggenheim Museum. We started in the rotunda where the exhibits are, and Lee Ufan was showing. Now, I know I am a complete ignoramus when it comes to art. But I know what I like, and then, well, there are some things I just don't get. Between the rocks, paintings, cotton wool, rubber matting.....bizarre.
We quickly moved on to find the permanent collection. And this was really quite spectacular, albeit small. It contained works by; Van Gogh, Cezanne, Gauguin, Monet, Manet, and a couple of my favorites were Picasso's Woman Ironing, and Fernande with a Black Mantilla (from his blue period).
From there we caught the train downtown to City Hall and walked part way across the Brooklyn Bridge. Speccy!
Then we walked towards Ground Zero. We went into St Paul's Chapel which has survived the great fire as well as Sept 11 (7 buildings in total were destroyed that day). The firemen and other workers used the church for respite and many could be found tossing and turning on the pews trying to get a bit of shut-eye. Inside the church is now like a museum, but I could only read about a few stories before being too upset to read anymore.
From there we went to happier things - shopping, at Century 21. We both did more damage to the credit card! Grabbed a bite to eat and got back to the hotel and repacked the bags ready for our 6.00am flight out of here on Wednesday morning.
Today, when it suddenly dawned on me that we only had another day to go here in New York, I genuinely felt heart broken. I love this city and I need more time here, time to just explore the quirky places, the little gems, whether it's food, shops, parks, apartments anything. I mostly want to stop being a tourist here, and just 'live' New York for a bit. Feel it. Get lost in it. I want to talk to more New Yorkers and explore every last inch of Central Park. I want time to find that decent cup of coffee.
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