And here we go
Trip Start Jun 06, 2011
52Trip End May 22, 2012
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KK: All the alarms went off at once at 5.30 a.m. It was hammering down with rain on a cold grey London Monday morning. A good time to quit the country.
LK: Got talking to a Slovakian/New York lady (got listening more like) who had apparently stayed in a broom cupboard in Paddington the night before and, when younger, had followed a yogi to India who died a year later. We don't think it was her fault. But she gave us some useful information about getting the Air Train from JFK into Manhattan to save us about $40.
KK: Air Train to Jamaica with the wised up residents, while the tourists stood in a long queue for a cab. E train into the city, 6 train north, change to five train, off the 5 train for 2 train, quick call to Barry in The Bronx who told us to get back on a 5 train
LK: I look forward to a new era in diplomatic relations between the two countries now we’re involved. Did we mention it was hot? A cold beer and some football chat with Barry and Evis was followed with an introduction to their son James, a four year old whirlwind of energy who loves trains.
KK: Barry took us out to Gleason’s Bar where they “don’t do halves” - the locals were setting up for their poker night. Left to get some food – the tiredness hit us shortly after the bread basket. The food was amazing and substantial but our guilt about wasting it was washed away as the waitress put all the leftovers into bags to take away. Penne alla vodka for breakfast - quality. On the walk home James serenaded us from his stroller (push chair) “Toon Toon Black and White Army” and “When the Mags go Marching in” through a plastic megaphone. A regular night out in The Bronx.
Tuesday 7th June
KK: On the subway to Manhattan we were introduced to the Christian Revolutionary Brotherhood in the form of a wild-bearded elderly shaman
LK: Took in the High Line in Chelsea which is a re-sculptured and re-planted derelict railway line. It has a section of shallow running water where you can paddle – I think more cities should look into this. Had a grand day just wandering about Manhattan before going back to the packing hell that Barry and Evis were enduring as they move to Miami later this week. Lucky to have caught them before they made the move.
Weds 8th June
LK: Today in five words or fewer: AAAAAAAARRRRGGGH, F**K, F**K, AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGH, F**K. In Penn Station we were subjected to an ever moving deadline of when our delayed train to New Orleans might ever spring into service. If they had told us early on that it would be SIX bloody hours we could have escaped our subterranean limbo.
KK: We could have gone to see the X-Men. Twice.