Sunday, 27 March 2011

New York: Goodbye England.

I am not going to wake up. I am going to miss my plane to New York. Alarm set. SIX TIMES. Waking up two hours before actually getting ready may be a tad extreme, but it is New York that I’m going too, not a family holiday to Wales.

Me and Daisy did make it, prompt and on time obviously. Excruciatingly long bus journey then arriving at the airport, who new Heathrow was so big. One of my worst fears is flying, but thankfully on the way there it was completely fine, plus I got to watch three new movies. Seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time out of the window hit me like a very large bus. I was actually about to land in New York. I looked terrible, I hadn’t slept for around 24 hours, but none of that mattered. New York has always been a dream for me; I never knew that the dream would actually come true.

Like all Americans, our tour guide was extremely friendly and eccentric, bus journeys are usually terrible, but this one was amazing. Seeing New York for the first time; driving through Queens, seeing my first yellow taxi and yellow school bus, the skyline, the endless amounts of American flags. It really was like going to another world. Then we arrived to Manhattan. Yes, MANHATTAN. No words can describe it. Even though we were seriously knackered, we just chucked our stuff in our hotel room, and went straight onto 5th Avenue. Oh the endless amounts of designer shops and restaurants, and everyone is so polite. Rockefeller gardens (Me and Daisy failed to realise that’s what the ‘pretty building’ was) Far, far too many photos were taken, but I literally couldn’t get enough of the window displays. Then we literally fell into bed.


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