Holy fukn shit it’s cold here!
Just wanted to start off with that …. and the language IS necessary. I have never been this cold in my life. 2 mins after walking around the streets to get to the subway, my lips are completely numb. Literally numb, not figuratively speaking.
On Saturday night I went out with the intention of seeing Times Square at night and I just couldn’t even make it to the subway station to get there. It was so cold (Saturday night in particular) and the big jacket that I bought here, even though it was helping somewhat, my legs and face were getting battered with the wind and cold. It hadn’t snowed yet, which may be unusual as on the 21st Dec (the day the world was suppose to end) there were some protestors walking in the streets with street signs about global warming and things like “where’s the snow”. The crazy people were also walking around in their underwear as a statement of how warm it is due to global warming. All I can say is those people were completely mental, it was like 2 degrees outside and even without the snow, it is ridiculously cold right now. I don’t think I am the only one that feels this way, but there are some strange people here walking around in stockings and shoes without socks. Maybe native New Yorkers don’t feel the cold? All I could think about on my way back to the apartment was “who’s idea was it to come here anyway?” Oh Yeah…. mine
So what have I been doing?
Well I’ve been to Times Square, Central Park, The Guggenheim Museum, 9/11 memorial, Grand Central Terminal, Empire State Building & the library of course.
For Xmas Eve I met up with Chad and Nicole at the Empire State Building at 6pm. It was cold but I was really looking forward to seeing the whole city at night. We took the elevator up to the 86th floor, after we waited in the lines having a chat and catching up on what had been happening in our lives the last few months. When we got to the platform, the view was pretty amazing. After 10 mins of being up there it started to snow. You should have seen my face. This was the first time I had saw snow, so I was pretty damn excited. Chadda was laughing at me because I must have had the goofiest smile on my face. Both Chad and Nicole were pretty excited about it too, even if they had seen snow before, it’s pretty cool seeing it fall in New York. After an hour or so, we headed back down and decided to go have some drinks. We ended up at an Irish pub, right across the street from their hotel in Times Square.
Nicky and I were drinking ciders and Chad was on the beers. We had a few bites to eat and then kept on drinking. At some point (about 9:30pm) a fire truck turned up outside their hotel, followed by another one and then two more. Nicky and Chad were like WTF! So they’re taking photo’s and we’re all having a laughing about it. They were like “well we can’t get into our hotel so we might as well keep on drinking” so we did.
At 12:06am Chadda noticed it was offically Xmas day and started yelling “Merry Christmas” through the bar. He must have down it 5 times and the funniest thing was not one person replied with Merry Christmas or a wooooo or anything. Just awkward silence. Chadsy was pretty drunk by this stage and Nicky and I were just cracking up.
About 12:30am the fire trucks decided it was time for them to leave as well (I think it was an elevator fire) and about an hour later we all called it quits as well. I jumped in a taxi and headed back to Williamsburg.
On Xmas day we caught up again for lunch at an Italian restaurant across the road from the Rockerfeller centre. The Lunch was pretty good. Not what I would usually have for Xmas day lunch, but I was in a different place and it was pretty good regardless. After lunch we walked around Central park for an hour and a half (the wind had picked up by this stage and it was colddddd…. probably didn’t help I was wearing a dress either – I know don’t ask me why I was).
We went our separate ways at about 4pm after wishing each other a great holidays and I headed back to Williamsburg on the subway but not before grabbing some chocolate on the way home.
I woke up this morning, my last day in New York and felt quite weird. I knew I was leaving today but it still hadn’t sunk in. I’m in the airport now and it still feels quite surreal. I’m going home. I’m quite apprehensive about it, mostly because I’m not sure where my life will lead when I get home. I already have job interviews lined up for when I get home and holidays organised for January, but my South American journey is over. For now anyway. I’ll be back for sure.
So here I am in the airport, typing this to you before boarding my flight. I haven’t forgot my promise to fill you in on a story from my past and that is my next post after this.
I hope you have all enjoyed reading my blog while I’ve been travelling, but it’s not over here. I’ll be blogging about what’s going on with me starting my business and other things that are going on in my life for sure, so if you want to know more about me or are not finished with my journey, please keep catching up on the blog.
For now though it is Hoo-roo from New York.
See you in Perth very soon.