New York to Miami
Sunday 26 April 2015
We have covered a lot of miles over the past few days, New York is still full of yellow cabs, all honking their horns, and driving like crazy things. Our feet are feeling worse for wear, but we have made some more magic memories.
Our first day in NYC saw Warren have a bad attack of "gout", so we organised an early check in to the Westin Grand Central to get him a bed and Some pain medication.
We were assisted by a lovely lady who went to great lengths to get a room ready asap, thanks Pei, we greatly appreciated your help.
Poor Wazza, he just went off to sleep when I had to wake him for a "surprise" tour I had planned. It was a relatively new attraction called The Ride. It's a bus, where you sit side on and look out .. Hard to describe, but 90 minutes of a fabulous tour around the city, on a bus that became a train, a rocking bus, and a mobile disco all in one, and amused many tourists on the sidewalk. It was great fun!
We had a crazy cab driver get us there JUST in time, and thank goodness for Karens ability to run, we got on the bus at the last minute.
We landed in Times Square, had a wander and ended our day with dinner at an Irish Pub, then a reasonably early night in preparation for our early departure to the Anzac Day Dawn Service at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.
4.30 am wake up, Siri told me New York was a chilly 3 degrees, so we "rugged" up... Yeah sure, rugged up... We FROZE! I was wearing a cosy scarf that has traveled with me to Canada, Alaska, Melbourne ;) and now the Dawn Service at NYC, and has very special significance. It was made by my mum in law. Thanks again for keeping me cosy!
The Dawn Service was very well attended, and while it was hard to see and hear the service properly (thanks to the dick of a taxi driver who got us lost, then told us to get out and walk up a block....yeah... Sure you crazy smelly fool! We walked and walked and walked and walked some more, asking everyone crazy enough to be out at this ungodly hour WTF the Memorial Park was) ... Thanks to the Garbos, we got there as the Australian National Anthem was playing. It was surreal to be there, amongst this large crowd, and really it was a very emotional time. thank heavens I didn't shed too many tears, as the snot and tears froze on my face, and that wasn't pretty!
We wore our new hoodies, with the Ode on the back and the poppy on the front, and a fella from the Australian Consulate asked to take our photo. Yes our five minutes of fame in the BIG APPLE! After the service, we were treated to Anzac bikkys, "special" coffee, oh sorry cawwfee, rum with a splash of coffee, and tray after tray of quiches.
We spoke with the Padre, who is an expat from Camberwell, a lovely bloke. People in uniform, all looking very smart. It was a privilege to be there, and I never ever take for granted just how lucky and blessed we are!
We walked around over to the Staten Island Ferry, but oh it was cold, so we got the subway back to the hotel to thaw out.
Not long after I decided I needed a new parka...(I left my last one in Fairbanks, cos we decided we would NEVER feel the need to get cold again!!) so off to Macy's ..well ...ain't that a big old store, we walked.... And walked....you get the drift, and by the time I got to the women's wear, it was almost summer anyway! And I was looking for a bargain, I Was afraid I would die of old age looking for this elusive bargain.
So..... Time for a welcome to NYC bevvy or 2, first stop, Ruby Tuesday, second one Hard Rock, then walked home to get ready for our afternoon at the
9/11 memorial and Museum.
We once again got in the subway, by now it was sooooo freaking busy, and we were sooooo freaking squashed in, I could count the nose hairs in the blokes snoz that stood all too familiarly close to "my personal space".
The subway is not my fave mode of transport... Marilyn Elisha, no singing dancing troupes in my train... Oh and the stairs. Enough said.
And I am sure Patrick Swaze was jumping from train to train..
We met up with Karen and spent a few hours at the Museum, and headed for home via an Irish Pub.
We all had significant "I am seriously stuffed" looks on our faces!
Time for a recharge, then off to have dinner at a nice diner, back home to prepare for our next adventure.....
MIAMI!!
Warren just read a notable quote
" You speak of my drinking, yet you know nothing of my thirst"