Our last cosy morning. The next two nights will be spent cramped
up on an airport chair like or cuddling up to my fist on an airplane. Don’t think
about that now – Daylight hours are burning away.
Central Park
The park is much, much bigger than you expect. It is
massive. Beautiful civic spaces with benches, ponds, avenues, rock features and
grassy stretches. About half the way up we peeled off back into the city to
visit a place that claims to have the best choc chip cookies in the world. Once
again, a long ass queue, but totally worth it. Incredible cookies – still have
a little tear when I think about them.
Unfortunately we never got one of those double seat bikes
because they were quite pricey and Barbara just wasn’t keen on taking on the
traffic. You see, the bike store itself is actually one or two blocks away from
the park so you would still have to take on the New Yorkers to actually get to
the park. We bailed on the idea and chose just to walk it.
Back into the park where we (okay I) took a wrong turn and
ended up miles and miles away from our Hotel. We ended up at the Guggenheim
before I clicked I may have got my compass upside down kind of thing. We had to
get a bus back as we needed to check out before 10am.
Look to the Slot for the Answer
This is when we learnt
that some buses take coins, some busses take notes and some buses take both. So
I jammed in the quarter followed by another quarter and then stood there like a
spaz staring at this little ticket machine for a cash slot. No cash slot. I
looked up at the driver and he spotted the tourist on my “please don’t make us
walk” face. He let us on board thankfully and we squirmed to the back of the bus.
Top Tip Np.17: Carry quarters. I can't tell you how many machines, buses, info stations and just overall usefulness a roll of quarters is as you travel the US.
Checking Out
It was quite sad checking out of The House. What a great
experience of luxury and service provision. We opted out of the one Hundred
dollar taxi ride (yip 100 dollars for walking distance) and headed out to Grand
Central Station which lead us to a bus shuttle for the airport. The Station is well worth the walk about as
well. There isn’t as much to see as you may imagine as it is still a functional
building and not a museum. It is just that huge hall area that you have seen in
the movies but it is meticulously maintained and a beautiful work of
architecture and history none the less.
We ended up at Newark Airport a couple of hours early and
just took it easy in the waiting area. It was about a 6 hour wait which, if
you’ve been to Newark, is a long ass wait. There are a handful of shops mostly
selling stuff we couldn’t afford. So we backed ourselves for a little sleep on
the benches there.
Here comes the Bang
It is about midnight when our sleep was interrupted by a loud banging sound – sounded like
a roller shutter door rolling closed violently. It shook us all awake in the
waiting area, we all looked at each other and then the siren went off. Ear
piercing, soul penetrating emergency siren blasted through the hall ways and
into our waiting area.
It’s happening. We are part of something here. Something
is happening. I don’t know if it is a fire, or a terrorist attack or a bomb
threat but the emergency lights are on and the sirens are going mad. A group of
people to our far left are pushing away at the emergency doors that won’t shift
open. A group nearby by started to huddle and panic the eff out. The situation stated to pick up steam.
The siren goes, and goes and goes. Nothing. No movement up
at the top of the passageway that leads to the main terminals. No follow up bang, no gun fire, no smoke. Just nothing except that siren.
Then, over the loud speaker an out of breathe man: Sorry everyone. Technical
issue. Nothing to worry about.
The siren stayed on for about an hour. Nonstop. My tinnitus
was loving the company of newly murdered cells.
Anyway, be that as it was we boarded the plane and got ready
to take off.
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