It’s 8 o’clock on Thursday morning in New York City. Tom and I arrived last night after about a day’s travel (and still got here 90 minutes after we officially left New Zealand). Having dreaded the long flight (I hate being cooped up on a plane for more than about 20 minutes), it all went remarkably well. We slept lots, on and off, and had to endure precious little foil wrapped chicken along the way.
We were here an hour earlier than planned and took a Yellow Cab at break-beck speed from JFK to the hotel (the Hotel Le Jolie in Brooklyn, which lives up to it’s name only in that it’s pretty small) and there was even enough time for us to walk to Union St to find a Kellogg’s Diner for pancakes and fries.
The weather today is cold and sunny - it might struggle to get to zero today if we’re lucky - and our plans are to do a bit of touristy stuff. That means Lower Manhattan and 42nd Street (sorry Ali). Off to breakfast now, then the big city!
