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| Jeremy cruising through the traffic |
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| Hanging banana's |
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| Entry to shop |
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| Bedroom (AKA photo) |
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| Lounge (AKA photo) |
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| AKA Central Park |
Exiting the baggage hall and looking for my
driver. There he is with a sign with my name on it. Jeremy whisks me away in
his Lincoln town car. We travel through Queens a suburb where 49% of the people
are immigrants and over 100 different languages are spoken. Alas none of them
spoke to me. The car even had privacy shields so people could not see you.
Jeremy was very surprised when I put the window down to take a photo of some
street art.
We are in a traffic jam on a bridge, this
feels like a true New York experience. Once we hit the Manhattan streets its
all honking horns for blocks and blocks. But Jeremy knows what he is doing and
glides in and out of traffic to deliver me to my accommodation in no time.
Ok, the big moment, will it be like the
pictures or not? Elvis is in the building, yes that’s the name of the lovely
guy who is checking me in and tells me all about the area. So far so good. Up
in the elevators to the 9th floor, slide the key in, open the door
and WOW. This is nice.
Its 6:30pm and time to go out and get some
supplies, my plan is to find Whole Foods Market, an organic grocery. I am walking along the southside of
Central Park checking out all the horses and buggies and stacks people are going
the opposite direction with Whole Food Market bags. So I must be going in the
right direction. Ta da, there it is. They do say everything is bigger and
better in Amercia, there must be every type of food imaginable here.
Shopping done. Rest now. Big day planned
tomorrow.
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