Lois wanted more exciting posts so how about this - the first thing to happen to me in New York was - I was robbed!
Unfortunately the tale doesn't get much more exciting than that. I come out of the train station, a big guy says he has a taxi... we get to the car, there's another driver there, big guy says I have to pay before I ride, I question that but he says that's right, I pay seven dollars, off he runs.
The taxi driver - the real one was very nice, even called a cop and I wandered round trying to spot the guy. But long and short of it is there goes seven dollars.
At least that livens up a dulllish post. I came by train which took four and a half hours. It was a nice trip but I am not one of those who find train travel romantic.
I was going to write about showers... perhaps tomorrow.
Anyway I am on the 36th floor of a huge hotel... Gulp!
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Nothing romantic about the Boston to NYC run. Scenic views of ... Stamford, CT. And, as robberies go, that's a pretty painless one for NYC.
ReplyDeleteOne thing I never failed to do in Manhattan was to not go to the top of the Empire State Building. That is to say, I'd actually go to the lobby of the building, ask about the line, debate whether or not I wanted to wait for two hours to ride an elevator, then leave. I've not been to the top of the Empire State Building at least twice now, and I was lucky enough to not go to the top of the World Trade Center back when you could still not go to the top of it.