Monday, June 1, 2009

26th May 2009

After utilising the great NYC metro system at the early hours of the morning, 2am to be precise we fell quite into the dreamtime. I think the jet lag was definitely in effect because my mind was able to conjure up a great dream about Mr. Merrick wanting to resign me at the Victory (“Oh if only!”). After a well-deserved sleep in, we made our way towards Amsterdam Ave in search of a bicycle store offering bikes for hire. We realised that it was very common for people to hire bikes in the city and even after receiving a hint of caution we hired one each.

Before we set off on our bicycling adventures we had a lovely breakfast close to the bike store on Amsterdam Av. It was a popular franchise bakery/café that we later found right throughout New York called Le Pain Quotidien. We both ordered soft boiled eggs that was complimented with fresh pieces of their own breads and sat in the warm wooden décor surroundings. The Mocha was actually quite poor but came in a large bowl cup that made the experience all the better. We decided that it was one of our favourite places in the city.

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We returned to the bicycle store to pick up the bikes with two helmets (yes Mum's, we wore helmets!) and a massive chain. We paid quite a hefty fee of US$100 for 24hrs of hire but later found it to be completely worth it. We began our journey next to the Hudson River travelling south along the footpath. We rode for around 40 blocks and made a left turn towards Timesquare, again hoping to get tickets to the Late Show with Letterman. No luck, taping was at a halt for the whole week so we decided that next time we were in the city it was a must see (we used to Letterman to put us to sleep in Melbourne!).

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The streets were packed by now and it was somewhat refreshing compared to yesterday. We leisurely rode through lower Manhattan on 5th Ave and saw the true New York as we had ever so pictured it. There we were dodging on-coming traffic - as in people not cars mind you, right on the streets footpaths (too scared of road at this point). We were strongly informed once by a lady in her true New York accent to “Get awff the syde warrrrlk”. We didn’t, we just laughed and repeated the sentence in our best accents about 100 times and made our way to Washington Square, on the side warrrrlk.

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A great corner building
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Mystery building?!
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Once we got to the Square we were again informed by an NYPD officer that we couldn’t ride the bicycles through the park. He had just served his city so proudly as all great NYPD officers do there. We obeyed and walked towards a group of musicians playing a great tune on one of the park benches. Their band consisted of a variety of instruments from an amazing silver lined guitar to a wooden boxed single stringed bass instrument. The occasional trumpet would blow some notes and we both took time to take in the nice music with our surroundings.

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Stuck in time... They don't seemed to have had a revamp of their buses or police cars in years.

We decided to work our way toward the World Trade Centre site into the financial district of New York. I was pretty amazed at the fact that after the eight years proceeding 9-11 the site was still bare. I’m sure there is a great scientific reason for this but we both contemplated our reasoning and came up with nothing! Moving further south we came to the bottom of the island and found ourselves in Battery Park. From here we had a nice view of the Statue of Liberty and experienced our first New York hotdog. The guy was sneaky - he charged us $2 extra because silly me agreed to the bigger sausage. (They cost $1 each more but he didn't tell us that). Hopey wasn’t too happy but we soon moved on from that. A quick photo snap on the park bench and we were again off on the bikes.

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World Trade Centre Site
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This time we found Wall St and quickly scanned through the financial centre of the world. The security was quite immense I thought but I guess better safe than sorry. Trump Tower was right in the middle of it all as well. By this time hunger had set in and China Town was the next destination. We ordered wonton noodle soup at a restaurant that acclaimed to have the best noodles in the world. I wasn’t too certain of that but what they did have was the loudest Chinese waitress in the world. She would stand at the counter of the small rectangular shaped restaurant and scream out the orders from the customer straight to the kitchen from there. We happened to be sitting next to her!

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Wall Street - Kaz didn't think the flag was big enough...
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Another great corner building. We loved these.
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Hmm... This was pointing to the Department of Police.
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Bike Envy! - We saw so many amazing bikes, this one was one of the most original.

Our next destination was back uptown to the famed department store Macys. We didn’t stay there for too long and actually found the place very disappointing maybe on par with Myer, Parramatta. The weather started to change and once we got back outside to the bikes the rain began to set in. We dissembled the lock chain as fast as we could in a hurry to get out of the rain and found a nice little surprise. Someone had accidentally left their umbrella on the back of one of our bikes. We both thought it was such a nice gesture, someone really cared that we would have to ride in the rain!

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And pose - This jacket was the only OK piece of clothing in the whole of Macys
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We were quite tired by now from all the bike riding but thought it was best to tough it out and stay up. We found a rare café called Starbucks that happens to only be on every corner in NYC and settled in there while the rain passed. As the night moved by we had an urge to fulfil the child in the both of us and found ourselves at the Amazing Ripleys Believe It Or Not. Fairly expensive for the experience but we happened to amuse ourselves amongst the shrunken human heads and 8 foot 3 giant man. Our evening ended at a nice Japanese restaurant close to our hotel. We ordered a couple of dishes but a special mention has to be made to the fresh sushi they made. A must have if ever in New York.

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Ripley's - They asked if they could preserve my brains.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

25th May 2009

We woke at 6.30am to a crisp clear New York morning. We were keen to get going and thought a morning walk would be a good way to get our bearings. Down the Hudson, a left cut in around 80th all the way over to Central Park then down into Times Square to hunt for some breakfast.

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86th street - we stayed just on the left.

Everything seemed right... Squirrels, yellow cabs, smoking ground thingos and lots of neon signs (even at 8am)… But something wasn’t quite right. It seemed eerily quiet, no joggers in the park, no morning traffic and hardly anyone on the streets. Neither of us admitted it to each other right then but this whole ‘New York’ thing wasn’t quite as we had imagined in our little Sesame Street minds…

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No cars?!
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We dodged all the scary looking places and found a really really scary looking diner to eat. Full on 1950’s (made that year up) All American style. We both had a greasy omelette with a side of chips this was accompanied with live singing, which was quite the novelty for 9am. We were also just getting used to the waiters and waitress’ sucking up to us and attending to us every 3 seconds just so they can get their tip that we had no choice but to do anyway…

We left and walked passed a TV set on Broadway filming ‘Good Morning America’ in the middle of the street with quite a few people around doing the usual Wooing and Yehing that the Americans do best. They seemed to have some sort of America theme going (not unusual I suppose), but also a few service men, annddd theeennnn the penny dropped ‘Happy Memorial Day’ they all sang out… This explained the absence of humans, and also proved that little theory wrong… So New York City does sleep.

The next 3 hours was really boring as Hope had to finish off a Uni assignment. When that was done we got moving again, this time further downtown to Soho. Here we felt more at home, less Starbucks-more independent cafes and shops with beautiful, original décor. We loved Dean and Deluca on Broadway, a stunning array of colours and textures and yummy things and had a lovely lunch on Lafayette Ave.

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We're going to open one of these!
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Dean and Deluca
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New rings!

After the break Kaz had a keen eye on a beautiful building off in the distance so we set out to find it. We used our eyes and noses mostly and as we got closer this building seemed to become more and more beautiful. We finally arrived, right down in the Financial District, ‘The Woolworth’ was it’s name. It was about 70 floors high with perfectly carved figures of little creatures in every conceivable place all the way up to the highest point. Unfortunately we weren’t allowed in, but we took lots of photos!

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Up close was better.

After this we went back for a nap around 6. This was a little unsuccessful as we konked out and woke up hungry at 11.30pm. We went back down to Time Square and had a gork in its flashing glory with the rest of the camera clad tourists and resorted to some sloppy Maccas since nothing else was open!

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Sleepy heads.

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Working hard...

New York Meets Kaz and Hope

Sydney; approx. 1pm

The cab driver asks ‘which airline?’, with a slight smirk on his face Kaz replies ‘ahh, just anywhere is fine…’.

Now, Hope, still clueless stands in front of the international departures board being prompted to guess where our destination might be… Singapore, maybe Hong Kong?

New York!

So the adventure begins… A lengthy 13 hour flight to San Francisco and then 5 hours on too Newark Airport, New Jersey, New York. (Sorry to earth for flying so far in one week, will endeavour to not be quite as wasteful)

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Arrive at Newark our luggage is delayed and we get miss-directed to our hotel transit which wastes an hour of our time. Finally our shared airport link bus driver comes. Completely crazy 1980’s US TV obsessed, eccentric and overly extroverted guy. He talked to us using his hand in a duck-like manor mimicking the words, got extremely offended when I mistook the DVD he had in the car as Mcgiver when it was Night Rider (he claimed that he was SURE that both of these 1980’s TV series have aired in Australia in the 00’s), and then the best part was a detailed 15-20minute story of this one time his friends wedding vehicle broke down so he came to help out in his big Hummer like van thing and a friend let him drive his ‘Kick-arse’ Bus which he explained to be the highest of wankyness as it gives you ‘thaawrity’ (authority) and the chicks ‘dig it’ – he also honked profusely, at every intersection and female we passed like some sort of twitch.

Finally we arrived at our sweet and humble 86th st mid west uptown apartment and slept like weee babies till the morning.