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New York. Day 4.

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Welcome back. Day 4, Sunday, was a bit al fresco. Just let the day take it where it wanted me, largely down to me being sufficiently lazy to not plan on anything. As it turned out, the day involved lots of walking. Good job I got a pair of comfortable Etnies before I left London.First up, a walk down Avenue of the Americas. There was a big market going on all the way from Bryant Park right the way up to Central Park. Bought some T-shirts on the way. 3 for $20.Went in Central Park. Sat on a rock to watch the sun go down.

Walked around and took some photos. Stopped for a while to watch the Central Park Dance Skaters' Association do their thing. When I got fed up of the smell of horse dung, I took a walk down Fifth. Took something that I'd bought in error back to the Apple store.After about 6 hours of solid walking and standing, apart from that hour I was sat down on a rock in Central Park reading Time Out New York, I was ready for a sit down and a drink. Put in a visit to Starbucks in the tremendously decadent Trump Tower.

Ploughing on, as one does, I tried to find the Chrysler Building. Someone had misinformed me that you could go in and look around the lobby -- that didn't seem to be the case on a Sunday evening. However, I did happen upon Grand Central station -- which is amazing. So vast and busy, yet so tremendously peaceful. Probably just because the place is so bloody big.

Realising I'd shot over 1GB of photographs, a trip back to the hostel was necessary to do some downloading. Realising I could kill two birds with one stone, I took the liberty of grabbing something to go from a local deli. It was a bit crap.

All that was left was a night-time saunter over the Brooklyn Bridge.

Not thinking it through entirely, I set off for the Subway at about 23:30 -- meaning I'd be walking over the bridge at about 00:15. This is quite late, there's not a lot of people about, and I've been conditioned by the media into assuming that I'm going to be robbed, beaten, and left for dead at some point -- probably in New York, because everyone's got guns. Or something. So it was quite a brisk walk, but nevertheless enjoyable.

Then bed.

Tomorrow is Day 5. Keep it moblog fifty four forty.

chuckmoron says:

Well if you are going to go to the Chrysler on a Sunday evening then you will not be able to pop your head in. Muppet.

16th Oct 2006, 23:21