Arrive in New York

Had to take full advantage of what is likely to be our best breakfast of the trip even though it was at the most ridiculous time of 7am. Joined the queue to disembark at 8.20 and got through immigration by 9.20. Pretty much the only queuing we had to do on the whole voyage.

Took the free (for us) ferry from Brooklyn to Manhattan then subway to our hotel.

Been suffering the last day or so with what might be a fairly mild bout of COVID. Tried hard not to cough during immigration as didn’t want to get turned back.

First stop after dropping our bags off was to a local thrift shop to get rid of my dinner suit, shirt and shoes. The fact that there was a local thrift, or charity, shop nearby gives a clue as to how upmarket our hotel was. Still cost £180 per night for one of the most run down hotels we have ever enjoyed.

Lunch in Chelsea Market then walked along The High Line, a converted rail track. I thought Keira might enjoy the photo of the rather large pigeon that we spotted on our walk.

Passed Penn station where our train to Philadelphia leaves from on Friday.

Took the subway over to Brooklyn and walked back over the well known bridge. Walked down past Wall St to catch the (free) Staten Island ferry there and back. By then I was knackered so we didn’t bother with the planned trip up the One World Trade Centre. Back to the hotel before out for some Greek Souvlaki and Baklava. Very nice but I couldn’t eat very much.Weiterlesen