Well
after several months of inactivity, and a ridiculously fun and
entertaining Canadian summer, I'm back on the road again, and having
FUN! I decided several months back that it would be interesting to
hit up the Eastern US for the beginning of my 2nd leg of my world
wide adventures :)
After
very little sleep and much excitement, I was on a plane to Seattle
for a quick plane transfer before heading to Boston. When clearing US
customs, I had a banana in my hand that I didn't think about
declaring as importing fruit, as I was about to eat it anyway, and
sure enough, after clearing the first round of security, I arrived
down in the lower level and an immigration officer quickly approached
me, asking if I had declared the banana, so I told her no, and asked
if I should eat it on the spot, and she told me yes and went running
off. So I peel this banana apart and start eating it, and another
immigration officer comes running over with his drug sniffing dog,
and starts yelling at me that I can't be eating that banana in here
or disposing of the peel, and angrily grabs my declaration card and
writes all over it some code and the word “banana” and walks over
hastily.....so I'm standing there kind of laughing at the whole
situation, and walk up to the next security check, where the woman
sees my immigration card and send me over to the “inspection and
quarantine” area. I arrive there, and the guy asks to see the
banana, and I tell him I just ate it and put the peel in the trash
bin, and offer to get it for him, but he tells me to not worry and
just clears me through....ha ha ha good old US Immigration, always an
adventure!
So I
try and have a little catnap, before my next flight, and manage to
grab a tiny bit of sleep before heading off to Boston. Flying into
Boston is a real treat, as it is an absolutely beautiful city, with a
wicked coastline, and several little islands dotting the landscape
with beautiful homes and beaches. I arrive and hail a cab and am on
my way to my friend Vanessa's place in the Dorchester area, which is
just a bit south of downtown Boston. I arrive at the place and am
happy to see a familiar face. I had met Vanessa in Vienna the
previous year, as she's best friends with my friend Kaisa, with whom
I was staying with in Vienna, and have met in several other locations
around the world. I got settled in, and then we were off to a local
dive bar in the Southey area, where there was a trivia night. Vanessa
recommended me the steak bites for dinner, and we ordered several
pitchers of beer and just enjoyed a few hours of trivia, and Boston
sports talk. The first thing you really notice about proper
Bostonians is their hilarious and awesome accent. I've actually been
given a Boston Dictionary, and will just give you a few examples from
it so that you can imagine how people here sound:
- Ahm:
Paht neah the sholda. “If Jim Lonbowuhg hadn't had a tyuhd ahm, he
would've beaten the Cahds in the '67 Series.”
- Ansa:
Response. “When that tourist from iahland ahsked me wayuh South
Dennis was, I couldn't give him an ansa. I mean, how do I tell him
it's nawth of West Dennis?”
- Connah:
Wayuh streets meet. “Saying what paht of Bawstin yaw from isn't
enough. Like if you live in Dot, you hafta say which conna. You know,
Fields Conna, Uppimz Conna..”
So
yeah, basically the idea behind the accent is to open your mouth and
say “ah” quite often and you start to sound more Bostonian.
Anyway, I absolutely love the accent, definitely one of my favourite
English accents. All the staff, as well as most of the clientele in
the Southey bar spoke with such an accent, so it made for some good
listening. After a few hours of trivia, and laughing at some of the
funny questions I received from Vanessa's sister Amanda such as “so
you speak two languages, are they American and Canadian?” we
finished up our dinner, beer, and trivia, finishing in an impressive
3rd place and winning $20. Both Vanessa and her roommate
John had to head to work in the morning, and since they both worked
for Jim Beam, and had a few rough nights out the previous few days,
they just wanted to head back and catch up on some sleep, and I was
fairly tired myself, so we just retired back to the place and called
it a night. I ended up finding myself a ticket to the Kenny Chesney
Countryfest that was going on the next day, and wanted to get the
ticket from the guy in the morning, but he was quite insistent on
driving over and selling it to me right at that moment, so I had to
stay up a bit later to wait for the guy to come make the delivery,
which to the casual eye, could have resembled a drug deal, as he
pulled up in a dark car, rolled down the window, handed me the goods,
while I handed him the cash. But I was set for the next day and
excited, and off to bed.
The
next day, after catching up on some sleep, I was up and ready to get
out and partayyyy, so once Vanessa and John showed up, we loaded up
the vehicle with lots of booze, bean bag toss, and myself, Vanessa,
Amanda, roommate John, and Vanessa's b/f John and were on our way.
The drive was fairly lengthy to Gillette Stadium, home of the
Patriots, and I was a bit surprised at how out of the way it really
is from Boston, it must be a fair bit of a headache commuting out
there for games on a regular basis! The funniest part of the drive
had to be when we drove by a sign that said “Entering Sharon”, as
the dirty minds started to work, and we all figured it would be a
rather funny idea for me to try and find a Sharon at the concert
grounds during the evening. We arrived at the parking lot, and setup
our little tailgating area, and had several drinks while meeting
numerous people, including one ESPN guy who actually knew where
Regina, Saskatchewan was! Another funny observation from the
tailgating party was when a few guys pulled up in Redneck trucks with
antlers and Confederate Flags waving, revving up their engines and
showing off their performance exhaust kits. It was such a
stereotypical Deep South American kind of thing to do, but pretty
funny. Although the State Police didnt' find it so funny and came
over and gave them a pretty hard chewing out and threated to throw
them all out if they didn't smarten up.
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| The Confederate Boys arrive, horns honking, exhaust pipes rattling |
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| Bean Bag toss plus drinking plus tailgating oh yeah! |
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| Stereotypical Americans eh |
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| Arriving at Gillette Stadium |
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| On the field for Tim McGraw |
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| Brewski and Countryfestin' oh yeah! |
After
a few hours of tailgating, it was time to head inside Gillette
Stadium, which is a rather impressive and amazing facility, where we
arrived in time to catch Tim McGraw. We grabbed a few beers, and
found our floor seats and proceeded to enjoy a pretty good show with
Tim, which was then followed up by Kenny Chesney, who was wicked
awesome! He ended up appearing on a side stage that was basically
right next to us, so we were able to enjoy a fairly upclose
performance for a bit, wicked! He then moved over to the main stage,
but it was still a great performance, although we did end up losing
b/f John, as he somehow got stuck in the middle of some people who
were fighting and was part of a big group of people who were escorted
out and not let back in. The guy is a Marine, and definitely wasn't
causing any trouble, just in the wrong place at the wrong time, so we
had to cut the concert a bit short and go get him and head back in
town for the night, unfortunately without a Sharon to join us!
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| Kenny! |
The
next day Kaisa made her way into town, and we had our 5th
meeting in a different country, which was a pretty cool experience.
We've now met in South Africa, Denmark, Austria, Singapore, and the
US, pretty cool! After catching up a bit, we got ready and wandered
into the downtown Boston core, where Vanessa showed us several areas
including the Quincy Market, Hannover Street (the Italian district),
the Waterfront, and Boston Harbour. I made sure to grab one of
Boston's famous Lobster rolls from the Quincy Market, which was damn
good! After wandering around for a few hours, Vanessa and John had to
head off to a wedding in New Hampshire, so Kaisa and I decided to go
check out the Red Bull Cliff Diving championships that were being
held at the Boston Harbour.
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| Quincy Market |
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| Boston special, the Lobster Roll...delish! |
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| Lovely Downtown core |
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| The Connah Store in the Italian District |
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| Wandering around the Italian district |
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| It's about damn time! |
It was a pretty intense event, with 13
competitors (1 dropped out), and with a huge platform build off the
Institute of Contemporary Arts. I think the platform was over 100
feet, from which the guys would be diving. We didn't get there in
time to get a decent spot where we could see the entire dive from top
to bottom, but there were several jumbo screens where you could see
the full dive. It was one of the more intense shows I've seen before,
as it all started out with some guy who skydived down from 9000 feet
in a kayak and was doing all these crazy flips and accelerating and
coasting his way down before coming into the harbour and landing in
the water at a crazy speed.
Once
that quick show finished up, the divers did a few practice dives and
then the competition began. It was an awesome event with some
incredible dives, and some pretty nasty looking entries, with huge
splashes and obviously painful moments for some of the guys, but
still quite impressive. I have terrible balance, and am terrified of
heights, yet here's these guys doing handstands on this platform and
pushing off, doing 3 flips and 3 rotations from such crazy heights,
wow. The eventual winner was some ugly English dude, who was a damn
great show diver though, and as we were making our way out, some guy
wearing a Microsoft shirt stopped us and told us there was a free
Lenny Kravitz concert starting in 30 minutes just down a few
blocks....well Kaisa couldn't believe him and figured we were getting
scammed, but I was totally keen so we wandered down to this
Pavillion, where Lenny Kravitz was getting ready to perform. Awesome!
Microsoft also provided free food and drink before the show, and we
got to experience a pretty awesome concert.
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| Can you imagine doing a handstand 100 feet in the air and diving off a building...thse guys are nuts! |
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| 8 time World Champion from Columbia, mid dive. He's just to the left of the chimney stack |
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| Thanks Microsoft for the free Lenny Kravitz concert! |
Near
the end of the show Lenny actually started walking through the
audience and it appeared he was going to walk right out of the gig
and pass by us, but when he was about 10 feet away, he turned and
went down a different aisle, so we didn't quite get to see him as up
close as we were hoping but it was all good fun either way. Once the
show finished up, we decided to go find some nightlife, so we tried
to stop by two places that Vanessa had recommended to us, but being a
Saturday and after these two big events, it was an hour and a half
wait to get a spot, so we just walked all the way back down to the
downtown core where I had spotted a bar that I thought a friend had
recommended to me. My buddy Andrew had been in Boston awhile back,
and told me to check out a place called “Greatest Bar”, where
they were apparently kindly asked to leave one night, so I was
curious what all the fuss was about, but unfortunately I couldn't
quite remember the name of the place, and had spotted a place called
Good Bar earlier in the day, which I thought was the place he was
talking about. So we went in there, and found they had $1 beers and
cheap fishbowls, plus they were showing the Red Sox Royals game,
which was a wicked good game, so we stopped there for several hours,
where I tried to get as rowdy as possible, and found that other
patrons were equally as rowdy. At this point, Kaisa and I both
started to question how the hell Andrew and his group had managed to
get asked to leave such a place, and ended up leaving the place
dumbfounded as to what their behaviour could possibly have been like
to get asked to leave. Of course, the next morning when I double
checked my message from him, I saw I had gone to the wrong bar but oh
well!
So
after numerous beverages at Good Bar, Vanessa had recommended Kaisa
to take me to another place called Hong Kong, where you could get
these Scorpion Bowls (big bowl, lots of booze), and meat on a stick
for $1, so we wandered over there, and found another pretty rowdy
place and had another great time. After an hour and a bit, Kaisa
wanted to go find a place where she could dance off the booze a bit,
so we went towards Quincy Market, where there was an Irish pub/dance
club, but unfortunately they weren't letting anyone in past 1 am
(strange Boston rule), so we had to settle for some other Irish pub
for one last drink before the places were all shut down. For whatever
reason, we figured that heading to the Italian district for some late
night pasta or pizza was a good idea, so we walked down there, found
a tasty restaurant, ordered some pizza and coffee and chatted the
night away, before hailing a cab and heading back home for the night.
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| $1 meat on a stick at the Hong Kong bar, nice! |
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| The Scorpion Bowl, with a little mailman |
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| Chilling with Kaisa! |
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| Just so you are aware, this is the Public Alley, as opposed to the nearby private ones... |
The
next day was a bit of a dehydrated day, but not terrible since
American beer is actually quite weak! Roommate John mentioned
something about the cold filtering process where they aren't allowed
to remove the ice chunks that form when crafting their beers, whereas
other countries of the world can remove these ice chunks to avoid
water dilution of the beer...it was an explanation that I've never
heard, but an interesting one anyways. So after getting some water,
we decided to head down to the nearby beach, as it was a gorgeous day
and that's what “Southies” do on a Sunday. So we packed up the
vehicle and wandered down to the beach where we met two of Vanessa's
friends and just chilled out there for several hours, enjoying the
ocean, sun, and Italian Ice (some tasty snowcone like desserts that
are awesome in the sun). Vanessa also brought out her paddleboard,
and since it's been a summer of firsts for me, with trying
wakesurfing (failed miserably), and wakeboarding (some success), I
figured paddleboarding was next on my list. I'm terrible with balance
on boards, and after getting up and paddle for a little while, as
soon as I went to turn around and come back against the current, sure
enough I bailed! Everyone had a good laugh at that, as it's damn near
impossible to fall off the paddleboards, but I found a way to do it!
Then, as if that wasn't enough, I found that I couldn't quite master
the technique of going forward against the current, and basically
ended up in the same spot for a good 15 minutes...although I didn't
realize it until I looked towards the shore and saw that I hadn't
moved at all! The guys on the beach were probably getting a good
laugh at me at least, so that's all good.
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| Nice beach in Southey |
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| Laughing about my fall off the Paddleboard |
After
finally figuring it all out and getting back to our spot, we just
packed things up and decided to head back and grab a shower and head
out for some eats, since we hadn't had anything yet. We went down to
another great Italian restaurant, where Vanessa knew the staff, and
was able to get 50% off all food and drinks since she works in the
industry, what a great friend to have! After sometime there, we were
ready to head to Castle Island for some ice cream, but found that she
had picked up a nail in her tire, so John and I had to change this
tire, which normally for me is a piece of cake, but the new Caravan
that she had was such a headache. It took forever to figure out where
the spare tire even was, and how to get it out, and then when we
finally got all the bolts off the old tire, there was no way it was
coming off, it seemed to be locked in or something. Normally I would
just say I was just a weakling and couldn't pull it off, but John is
a damn strong Marine, and he couldn't get it off, so we had to wait
around for a technician which was going to take about an hour or so,
very frustrating. But then we heard from the guy on the phone that we
should try using the spare tire to smack the other tire real hard on
the bottom, and sure enough it came loose. So what normally should
take about 15 minutes to do at tops, took us about an hour and 15
minutes, brutal! But we got it all changed, and it was already
getting late, so we just grabbed some frozen yogourt and headed back
to the place for the night.
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| Boston Harbour |
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| Downtown core at dusk |
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| Kaisa providing much help with the flat tire changing |
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| What a battle this was! |
The
next day was one of the most exciting days for me, as Vanessa had
given us seats to Fenway Park for a Royals Red Sox game, and they
were damn good seats! The girl has some pretty sweet perks for work,
and Sox games is one of them, so off we were to the stadium with
John, as he was going to be doing colour guard on the field at the
start of the game. We arrived at the stadium, and after wandering
around for a bit trying to find the entrance, were inside and up to
the Pavillion box to grab a quick bite and drink before the game
started. Unfortunately it took a bit longer than we expected, and
didn't get back to our seats to see John on the field, and missed the
first couple of minutes of the game. After grabbing a Fenway Frank,
and settling in to our amazing seats, 3rd row, right
behind the Royals Dugout, we were treated to an amazingly sunny and
clear day, and a pretty entertaining baseball game. After every
inning that the Royals defense finished, they always had a ball in
their glove coming back to the dugout, and being the only Royals fan
in the vicinity I was sure I'd get one thrown my way eventually, but
they kept passing them to little kids who were all Red Sox fans ha ha
ha, damn them! I also had to laugh at the enormous guy who was
sitting in front of Kaisa, and was so fat that his skin actually
seeped over the back of his chair and blocked her
cupholder....cupholder fail! After several innings of sun, beer, and
a bit of heckling from some of the Boston fans (who are absolutely
awesome and hilarious), I finally had a ball tossed into my vicinity
and made a leaping grab to get it, much to the disappointment of the
4 guys behind me who figured they had it for sure. I had a little
round of applause from some of the other fans in the area, and they
were happy for me since the Royals were getting their asses kicked,
and figured I needed something to cheer me up.
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| Lovely Fenway Park |
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| Some Bawstin' Heroes |
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| So much history here |
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| Fat man's rolls blocking Kaisa's cupholder ha ha ha |
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| Pretty kickass seats! |
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| Royals lost, but at least they gave me a ball to make the pain tolerable :) |
After
enjoying the rest of the game, ball in hand, we grabbed a few more
photos of this iconic stadium, and then made our way towards the
Prudential Tower, which offers some amazing view of the city. We
stopped by the skybar for a drink (16 year old Scotch for $16 not
bad), and just enjoyed the lovely view. After stopping there, I had
to try some clam chowder, since Boston is so famous for it, so we
stopped by the Legal Seafood restaurant, and I had a big bowl of the
delicious and creamy soup, mmmmmm. After hanging out there for
awhile, we continued our walk, hoping to make it down to Boston
Common or to one of the bars in the Quincy Market, but it was already
getting late, and we were feeling pretty tired from the day in the
sun and the drinks, so we just decided to grab the train back to the
place. Kaisa had to head back to her parents place early in the
morning, so it was a pretty quiet night. Unfortunately I didn't get
to say goodbye in the morning, as apparently I was out like a light,
but the girls left me a cute goodbye note with some Boston presents,
which was such a nice thing to wake up to.
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| View of Boston from the Prudential |
At
this point I have to just throw out a huge thanks to Vanessa, Kaisa,
and John for being so amazingly hospitable, friendly, and showing me
the amazing town of Boston. While out travelling the world I know a
lot of people often speak critically of Americans, saying they are so
rude, pushy, arrogant, etc etc, but that couldn't be further from the
truth. When you visit them here, they are so amazingly friendly and
helpful, and some of the kindest people in the world, and I'm so
grateful to have some great friends here who have been able to take
me in and show me around.
Anyway,
after finishing packing up, John was kind enough to pick me up and
drive me to the bus station, where I found a cheap bus to New York
City, where I was heading to stay with my friend Marvin, whom I had
met in Cancun a few years back. I arrived in downtown Manhattan, and
was immediately met by a feeling of awe and wonder at this amazing
skyscraper jungle. The buildings, the people, the traffic, the
food....everything just comes right at you and you're hooked right
away! I quickly found a Tmobile shop, where I figured I could
purchase a SIM card for one of my two phones I'm carrying, as I find
it difficult travelling in certain locations without a phone, the US
being one of them. Unfortunately, both of my phones wouldn't seem to
work with the SIM cards being sold there (what the hell US, why do
you have to make things so difficult for foreign phones!), and I had
to laugh when the girl at the shop asked if I was sure my Nokia phone
was unlocked (after all, I've used it in about 20 different countries
now, so yeah I'm sure!). After dinking around there for awhile, and
realizing I was getting nowhere, I just decided to find Penn Station
and head over to Jersey to find Marv.
I
found my way to Penn and made my first mistake of the day, as I
purchased a week long ticket thinking I would be saving myself money,
well I was dead wrong as it turns out that when you purchase a week
long ticket in the Manhattan Transit Authority, they are valid from
Saturday to Saturday, so I was already out 3 days of travel, since it
was a Tuesday, damn! Also, once I purchased the ticket, I then
realized it didn't cover all the transit options, so I was stuck with
a ticket that was only valid between NYC and NJ Penn Stations, double
damn! So I hopped on my train, nevertheless, and arrived in NJ and
began my next big battle of the day. I found the payphones to call
Marv from, but realized that I didn't have enough change, so I asked
around the station to break a bill for some change, and of course,
none of the cashiers could open their till without a purchase, oh
great!
So I
try using a collect call to call Marv, and after it's connected and
we chat for about 3 seconds, the operator then tells me that his
phone number can't actually accept collect calls, and I'm promptly
disconnected. So then I try and make the same phone call, but try
punching in my credit card number, and as I'm punching in the number,
it again tries to make a collect call and then hangs up. I then
realize that my credit card starts with a 5, and that's the key to
punch to begin a collect call, so now I can't use either of my credit
cards to call him, since they both start 5. Fortunately, I carry a
third card, that began with a 4, so I was finally able to get
a hold of Marv, and arrange a pickup spot. He arrived about 15
minutes later, and I hopped inside and we were off to his spot in a
quiet suburb called Kearny (which I pronounced “Kerney”, but was
later corrected several days later by locals, telling me it's
pronounced “Karney”). I dropped my bags off and we just spent
some time chilling out and catching up, relaxing a bit.
My
Norwegian friend Kjetil had also arrived in New York City a few days
earlier, and had mentioned we should try and meet up with him that
evening sometime, either at a comedy show he was attending or a
rooftop bar on 5th ave, but since we didn't book tickets
early enough to the comedy show, we just figured we would head into
town and check out the rooftop bar and try and find Kjetil. But
first, Marv took me for a little cruise around the area, showing me
some areas close to where he grew up in, and explaining how much NYC
has changed over the last 20 years or so. Marv has lived his whole
life in the area, and was telling me stories about how he was out
clubbing when he was 15 or 16 years old, and how the nightclubs never
carded people, and it was a pretty wild scene, but then once Giuliana
came into office, he really cleaned up the city immensely, which
spilled over into the nightclubs, such that they began really
cracking down on verifying ages. The clientele also changed, as it
now as become more of a “who you know” or how much money you
have, that gets you into the hippest nightclubs, whereas it used to
be pretty free and open to anyone. Oh well.
Also,
he mentioned how a lot of the neighbourhoods of the NYC area have
changed immensely over the years, in the demographics and wealth
distribution has drastically changed. Areas that used to be rough and
dangerous, like Jersey City, Hoboken, even Harlem, has now changed to
the point, where wealthy investors have come in, purchased the
buildings, cranked up the rents, and forced out the poor, and brought
in more wealthy rentors, which has brought down the crime, but forced
the poor to leave their homes as well. It was also quite shocking to
hear from him how he could walk away from his mortgage on two of his
properties, and still collect rent from renters there, even though he
wasn't making payments to the bank, due to a crazy law where banks
can't actually take over ownership of a foreclosed property until no
one is actually living inside the building at the time, so as long as
he kept tenants living there, he could keep the property of the
bank's hands...what a crazy country!
So
after cruising to one of his properties to drop off some paperwork,
we drove around Hoboken for a bit, checking out if the scene was
happening there, but it was a pretty quiet night, and we ended up
just driving into Manhattan and crusing around for quite awhile, with
Marvin pointing out several of the famous areas, including Chelsea,
Soho, the Meatpacking district, the Garment district, and of course
Times Square and 5th Ave. We eventually stopped by the
rooftop bar Kjetil had mentioned, and hung out there for about 2
hours, enjoying the awesome view of Manhattan, including the nearby
Empire State Building, and just chilling out. Unfortunately, we never
did spot Kjetil, so after about 2 hours, we just hit the road, and
went and drove around a bit longer, finally stopping at an area just
north of the Meatpacking District, where we found a dive bar that had
some karaoke going on, and numerous drunk students everywhere. One of
the most appealing features of this particular bar, other than the
giant doorman that looked nearly identical to the famous wrestler
Andre the Giant, was the fact that they had several beer pong tables
setup throughout the bar...yes, it was definitely college night!
After hanging out there for a bit, we wandered around a bit more and
found some blues bar, that was pretty much dead, so we just hung out
for one beer there, and then headed back to NJ since Marv had to work
in the morning.
I was
up at an earlier time the next morning, as I had to somehow track
down Kjetil to make sure he could get the baseball ticket I had
bought him for that day's Blue Jays Yankees game. Kjetil had never
seen nor watched a baseball game, and when I found out he was going
to be in NYC when I was, and that there was a Yankees game I figured
I may as well grab him a ticket as well. Marv had to head off to work
for a few hours that morning, but was kind enough to leave me his 2nd
phone to use for the time being, and I eventually agreed to meet
Kjetil down at the World Trade Center, and head off to the game
together. Unfortunately, I hadn't actually accounted for how long it
would take to catch a bus from Marv's place to the train station, and
then the train into NYC and I was over an hour late, and unsure how
to find Kjetil, but fortunately enough, I was able to spot him right
away at the exit, so we caught up a bit, while running off to catch
the metro off to the Bronx!
We
arrived at the stadium, and were starving, and as much as I talked up
Ballpark Franks to Kjetil, he wouldn't have any of it, and wanted to
hit up the McDees instead...damn foreigner! After grabbing some grub
there, we wandered into the stadium, and found our seats, which were
actually pretty damn good considering I bought them for only $10
each, and they were face value of $20 each, and provided a pretty
decent view of the stadium. After spending a few innings there,
enjoying the game, and cheering for the Jays, unlike pretty much
everyone else in the section, we ran off to the rooftop bar to meet
up with my friend Jess that I had met at Oktoberfest in 2011. We met
up with her and her friend for awhile, and caught up a bit, and then
went down towards their seats, as they had some really good ones near
the 3rd baseman, and we eventually snuck down into a few
vacant seats near them, but were then kicked out by the usher
lady...damn! We hung out for a bit longer, as the Jays continued to
beat up on the Yanks, and I continued to heckle a bit (so much fun
being the outsider at games), and we once again tried to move down to
closer seats that were all empty, but the Ushers wouldn't let
us...damn them.
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| Yankees Stadium |
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| Vamos Argentina I mean Blue Jays |
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| Another gorgeous stadium, and pretty good seats for $15 |
Once
the game wrapped up, we went and hopped in Marv's car, as he drove to
the game and met us there, but the traffic leaving the Bronx was
terrible...it took forever for us to escape but we finally made our
way back to Manhattan, dropped Kjetil off, and went to grab a bite to
eat at some wicked Mexican place by Madison Square Gardens ($7
burritos, $9 margaritas w/corona = win), before trying to find some
event that Marvin was invited to come cover for his magazine that he
owns.
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| Heading back into Manhattan |
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| Cruising through Times Square |
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| The New Year's Ball |
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| Only recollection of where we parked ha ha |
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| MSG |
It
took us awhile to find the venue, but we finally did, and were
fortunate to have vip passes, allowing us open bar access and a
pretty cool area up top of the club. The event was being held by a
company that organizes Djs for parties, so it was a pretty good event
with some good music, some hot babes, and a pretty cool crowd. We
hung out there meeting a few new people, although Marvin was mostly
networking, while I was just enjoying the open bar, before that all
shut down, and we had to head down to the main area. After hanging
out for a few hours, it was time to leave, and we started walking
towards one of the main streets when Marv started talking to some
girl and walking with her, and then came running back to us asking if
he could borrow one of the phones to get her number since his phone
had died, so his friend who I was walking with lent him his phone and
he went running off. Then we waited and waited and waited, and never
saw the guy for the next 30 minutes so we started walking around
trying to find him, but with no luck.
So
then we started using pay phones to try and call him on his friend's
phone but no answer, so then we went to his friend's car and started
driving around trying to find Marvin's car in case he was there, but
I had no recollection of where it was parked, plus NYC is just a damn
big city that after about 35 minutes of driving around to no avail,
his friend just decided to drive all the way out to NJ to Marv's
house and see if he was somehow there, so we drove all the way there,
and arrived to find Marv not there. The only keys he gave me were for
the inside door, not for the outside doors, so after trying to buzz
the whole building and try and pick the lock with my debit card like
the movies (doesn't actually work apparently) one of his neighbours
happened to wake up and let me into the building at like 5:25
am...ughh!
So we
get inside and Marv isn't there, and then he suddenly shows up 10
minutes later and doesn't have his friend's phone, so then his friend
get so upset that he's actually crying about the lost phone, and Marv
is thinking he blacked out and must have fallen somewhere as he had
scratches all over his arm, and no recollection of the phone or
talking to a girl...ha ha what a night! So they continue arguing and
then I just decided to go to bed since I was tired and that was the
end of the first ridiculous night.
The
next day I had wanted to head in early and try and get a fair bit of
sightseeing done, but by the time I woke up it was already near lunch
time, Marvin had gone to work, having had only 1 hour of sleep or so,
and I didn't feel the greatest but got a hold of Kjetil and agreed to
meet up at the Museum of Natural History. It again took me a fair bit
longer to get into the city than anticipated, but I finally made it
up to the museum and had a good 2 hours of touring, although I didn't
actually find Kjetil in the museum until about the last 30 minutes.
It was a pretty good museum, although quite similar to some of the
other natural history museums I've attended, such as the one in
Bucharest Romania. After touring around, it was time to head out, so
we left and started walking back towards the city.
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| Museum of Natural History |
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| No need to go to Easter Island when you can find the guys in the museum instead :) |
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| Central Park entrance |
Since
I hadn't had a good slice of New York pizza yet, we wandered down the
Avenue of Americas and near Times Square until we found one of the
more famous pizza shops called Rey's Pizza, so we stopped there for a
few big slices of that fine New York pizza, mmmmm....
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| Pepperoni was great, Buffalo Chicken kind of blah |
After grabbing
the eat there, I was pretty wiped out from the lack of the sleep and
the bit of a hangover, and Kjetil was kind of feeling the same way,
so I decided to just head back to NJ to have a quiet night in so that
I could have a productive day the next day, so I was off to Kearny for a good night's sleep.
The
next day I was off to NYC to sight see a bit, and decided to see if
Kjetil wanted to meet up, but he had another big night out so was a
bit slow going, so I just headed down to wander around Wall Street,
the World Trade Centre, and Liberty Island, plus whatever else I
could find. I figured I would go to the 9/11 Memorial but then saw
signs saying it required a pass to enter, and I misunderstood the
signage, and thought I could only get the pass online, so I just
decided to wander around the area. I stumbled upon the remainders of
the Protest Wall Street movement, walked by several of the investment
banks and New York Stock Exchange, before making my way down to the
waterfront for a little bit, and then down towards Bowling Green Park
(New York City's oldest park), and then to Battery Park to purchase
my pass to Liberty Island and go see Lady Liberty, plus Ellis Island.
After arriving in Liberty Island, I ended up running into Kjetil
there, so we just wandered around for a bit and continued to tour
around those two historic sites. It was definitely pretty interesting
to read a fair bit about immigration history, and to see some of the
ridiculous tests they would administer to potential immigrants before
granting them landed status.
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| WTC 1, soon to be North America's largest building |
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| Remembering those who passed on the tragic day |
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| The remainder of Occupy Wall Street movement...dying a slow and deliberate death |
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| Canadian Bank taking one of the most desirable spots on Wall Street |
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| Place where I make money to pay for travels :) |
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| Brooklyn Bridge in the distance |
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| New York Treasury...once held over 25% of the World's Gold Supply |
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| ironic name for a cafe in the business district ha ha |
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| Bowling Green park, NYC's oldest park |
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| Battery Park |
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| Leaving on the ferry for Liberty Island |
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| Some famous Lady |
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| Peace and Liberty |
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| Ellis Island immigration museum |
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| Idiots need not apply! |
After
our time wandering around Liberty and Ellis, we went and found the
Wall Street Bull statue, took some funny photos there, and then went
to look for some more cheap pizza, but couldn't find a spot that was
serving any at that time of the day, so we just caught the subway
back towards Kjetil's hostel, where there was a pizza place nearby called Amadeus Pizza so
I grabbed a few more slices, which were excellent and even cheaper
than Rey's Pizza. After grabbing the pizza, we picked up some beer
and went back to his hostel to hang out for the night. There was a
super fun group of people there, and the hostel was providing some
free comedy shows, as well, although I didn't really check it out
since there wasn't a whole lot of laughter coming from the other
guests. We ended up hanging out for several hours there which
included one slapbet between myself and Kjetil over whether Iceland
has an army or not. I thought they did, but apparently they don't so
he was able to slap me, although he just tapped me at first, much to
everyone's disappointment so I encouraged him to actually hit me
properly, so he did, and I was left with a bit of a ring in my ears.
Eventually all the beers were done and the hostel staff made us leave
at quiet hour (11 pm), so we all decided to go check out Brooklyn, as
there's quite a few little pubs and bars there that don't have any
dress codes and are a lot cheaper than Manhattan. So it was off to
Brooklyn for the night.
We
arrived over there, but the one Aussie guy who was trying to lead us
to some cool area was pretty lost, so I just kind of gave up on him
and started asking around the locals on the streets about cool places
to go, so they directed us to some dive bar that we all ended up
checking out. It was pretty much just a little cave, and the music
was alright, but it was super tiny and not the greatest place, but we
had a pretty fun group and spent most of the night there. I had been
getting along really well with the one super cute Brazilian girl, so
eventually several of us paired up, and kind of all staggered off
back to the hostel at various times. After some making out for quite
awhile, the Brazilian had to retire to her room, and I wasn't
entirely sure where I would be sleeping that night, as Marvin wasn't
answering his phone, so I didn't know if he was back home or what.
After she left, Kjetil wandered up, and I ended up sleeping on the
floor underneath his bed for the night ha ha. The hostel was actually
pretty pricy, as it was $60 a night for a dorm room bed yikes! The
sleep wasn't the greatest, but I think the fact that I've now crashed
on two different Norwegian's floors and underneath their bed has set
an interesting trend in my life (the previous time being at
Oktoberfest in 2011 when I couldn't find a place to stay).
The
next day I was still trying to secure tickets to an Electronic music
festival called Electric Zoo, but was unable to get anything, so I
just went and grabbed a New York bagel from a nearby shop (which I
realized I could barely eat due to the considerable pain in my jaw
from where I had been slapped), and then went for a wander to the
Brooklyn Bridge with a German guy from the hostel. We stopped in
Brooklyn and wandered around for a little bit before walking across
the Bridge, which was an amazing walk and provided some incredible
views. Unfortunately my camera was dead, so I never was able to get
any pictures from the iconic structure, which was pretty sad times
but oh well. After wandering around for about 2 hours, I just headed
back to NJ so I could grab a shower and change up.
While
waiting outside Marv's place for the bus to head back into the city,
I was passed by an older woman who stopped to chat with me, and asked
what I was waiting for. I told her the bus, and she started chatting
me up, telling me how she was off to get some beer to get drunk. It
was absolutely hilarious when she started rubbing my arm and telling
me how nice and handsome I was, and her life story. It would have
been a pretty funny sight for anyone driving by to see a 70 year old
woman just standing there rubbing a young guy's arm and shoulder over
and over, it was a little bit creepy but I had a good laugh until the
bus showed up. I headed back in to hang out at the hostel again, and
meet some new people. Much of the same occurred as the previous
night, with beers, laughs, and travel stories being passed around
before we headed off to a nearby Irish Bar, where we had a bit of an
International Night going on with representatives of around 12
different countries. The pitchers of beer were 10 each, and the
conversations were ongoing and music playing. It was another pretty
fun night, but as time wore on, people started to leave until it was
just me and the one Brazilian guy left, so we hung out for a bit
longer finishing off our beers, before the Brazilian girl and one
Canadian guy came back to grab us. We then all headed back to the
hostel, where I just hung out in the courtyard on a comfy chair with
the Brazilian girl, while we chatted with the Canadian guy until 5:30
am or so, and then just had some quiet but sleepy make out time for a
bit before she had to go to bed. I tried calling Kjetil to see if I
could crash in his room again, but he wasn't answering, so I slept in
the courtyard for an hour until the staff kicked me out, so I made my
way back to NJ.
After
finally arriving around 8 am and waking up Marv to let me in, I
crashed for a few hours, before getting up and heading out for a true
Jersey thing, going to a diner on a Sunday early afternoon. It's a
pretty common thing for people to do in Jersey, and the menu at the
place was absolutely massive and shocking...I was a bit frazzled from
lack of sleep and too many beers and such, so I had a hard time even
trying to figure something out but eventually settled on some eggs
Benny. In true American style, the serving size was ridiculously
huge, and I could only finish half of it, but at least I had another
meal for the next day. After our huge lunch, we just ended up vegging
out for the day, although we probably should have gone into the city
for some Brazilian party that a few of the Brazilians were talking
about, but I figured it would be going on into the evening, but
apparently it was only an afternoon thing.
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| Breakfast at New Jersey diner...way too much food could only eat half |
After
several hours of hanging out, we got cleaned up and ventured into
town, first hitting up a place on 5th Ave called 2 Bros
Pizza, where they have $1 a slice pizza that is pretty damn good!
After the quick stop we were off to a Germany Bierhaus in the
Meatpacking District for some tasty beers and to meet up with a few
of Marv's friends. We only stuck around for 1 drink though and
wandered off to another pub where we spent the rest of the night,
enjoying some latin dancing, some good music, and some good times
until around 4 am, before stopping for some more pizza and heading
home for the night.
The
next day was just more of a sight seeing day, as I had planned a
little date with the Brazilian girl for the evening, but she wouldn't
be ready until 8 pm or so, so I had several hours to kill. I ended up
grabbing a pass to the 9/11 Memorial, but it wasn't good for entry
until 5 pm, so I wandered around lower Manhattan for a bit and then
managed to get a hold of my Guetemalan friend Andres, who was living
in NYC, and he was headed to the Museum of Modern Art with his
parents, but could get me a $5 ticket to enter through his corporate
pass. So I found a subway and arrived relatively close to the museum,
although as per usual, when I excited the station, I really had no
idea what direction I was supposed to walk. After wandering around
past places such as Radio City, the NBC and Rockefeller Centre, and a
few other landmarks I eventually arrived near the museum.
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| New York City Hall |
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| Picasso, always an interesting artist |
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| Andy Warhol |
I was
meant to be there around 3:15 pm and was several minutes late, but it
worked out good since Andres was with his super slow walking parents,
and was still on his way there. We met up, and saw each other for the
first time since Poland in 2007, so it was a fun little reunion. I
only had about an hour and a bit to wander around the museum, since I
had to get all the way back to the WTC for my 5 pm tour. After
wandering around and catching up, it was back to the metro to get
down to the WTC.
I
ended up taking the slowest metro possible, as it was delayed several
times, and ended up showing up about 15 minutes late for the tour,
but they still allowed me to enter. It's quite an emotional moment
entering ground 0, imagining these huge skyscrapers being there and
then within a matter of hours, thousands of people were dead, and
they were reduced to mere rubble. I remember clearly the day of 9/11,
as I was in Grade 12 and laying in bed, with my alarm clock going off
and turning on the radio station that morning. I was laying there,
not wanting to get up as per usual, and I recall hearing on the radio
how there was a plane that crashed into a skyscraper in New York
City. The news was so vague at the moment, and I imagined that it was
a small Cessna or some other small plane, as that seemed to be a more
logical thing. Then the radio announcer mentioned a 2nd
plane crashed, and I again just imagined these tiny little planes
crashing, for whatever reason, and didn't think anything of it. I got
ready for the day and made my way to school.
Upon
arrival, our teacher immediately quieted down the class, and started
to give some details about the crash, and I then realized that this
was a massive deal, not just some simple and small accident. Then the
Principal came onto the intercom and we had an announcement for a
moment of silence for the people who had so far perished. We carried
on with classes for the rest of the morning, but then as soon as
lunch came, it was time to turn on the news and follow more closely
what was happening. Wow, what a shock that was to see the massive
damage and sheer terror occurring in one of the World's greatest
cities.....That's kind of what I remember from the start of that
fateful day. For those conspiracy theorists out there, there are some
incredibly interesting videos about the events called Zeitgeist,
they're posted on youtube and are an interesting watch. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_E4N5YIycI
So
anyway, I arrived at ground 0, and you just start to take a look at
the giant memorial and start to look at all the names, and a huge
rush of emotion starts to take over. That site was a huge tourist
location to begin with, and imagining how it could have been someone
just like me, exploring that area on that fateful day is a really
emotional and sad moment. All one can do is sit there and reflect,
mourn the dead, and question what causes people in our world to
perform such terrible deeds. I also thought back to the previous
year, the 10 year anniversary of 9/11, when I was walking in Krakow,
Poland and passed some guy wearing a shirt that had said “I H8
America”, and even then I looked at him and regretted not saying
anything to him, for being so insensitive. At this moment, reflecting
back on that moment, I really wish I had gone up to him and cursed at
him and chewed him out for his insensitivity. Unfortunately, I'm such
a reserved person and never get angry with people, and really blew
that opportunity.
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| WTC 2 Memorial, where the base of the building was |
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| WTC 1 being rebuilt, will be North America's tallest building |
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| WTC 1 Memorial |
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| Tree that survived in ground 0 |
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| Rock on New York |
So
after sitting around, reflecting, and admiring the rebuilding
projects going on in the area, I had spent about 40 minutes in the
area, and since the 9/11 Memorial Museum wasn't opened yet, I had
spent enough time and was ready to move on from this emotional place.
I still had a few hours to kill, so I decided to head uptown, towards
the Empire State Building and wake past it, since I hadn't actually
been near it yet. After making the quick trip down there, I made my
way over to the hostel to pick up Veronica, the Brazilian girl, and
take her out for dinner. We picked some Thai place near the museum,
and had a nice dinner, chatting for quite sometime. I thoroughly
enjoy going on these little dates with foreign women, as you get a
new insight into women from other cultures, and their passions and
interests. Once dinner was finished, I decided we should head over to
the Rockefeller and try and head up to the observation deck to get a
nice view of the city skyline, but unfortunately when we arrived, the
box office was closed, so we couldn't get tickets up to the top,
damn!
The
other idea I had thought about was one of those horse carriage rides
through Central Park, but she didn't think it would be as much fun,
so we just wandered through Times Square, before finding a Ripley's
Believe it or Not museum, so I paid for our entrance there and we
wandered around for 1.5 hours checking out some pretty interesting
and unique exhibits. It probably wasn't worth the $30 each, but there
were a few interesting enough exhibits to entertain one for an hour
or more.
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| Some Empire State building thing |
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| Because it's completely normal to find giant cylinders of Nitrogen on the street corners??! |
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| Times Square at night |
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| I <3 Times Square |
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| A cute Brazilian and an Albino Giraffe |
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| This statue has over $1,000,000 in shredded US notes as a filling |
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| Made entirely out of dryer lint |
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| Painting done on the back of a housefly |
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| Just in case you're curious... |
After
the Ripley's I had to make my way back to NJ, since I had an early
bus ride to Washington DC in the morning, so we said our goodbyes,
and I was off to catch the PATH train to Harrison. Unfortunately,
since it was a Monday night, the trains didn't run as often as I had
hoped, so it ended up taking me over 2 hours to get back to Marv's
place damnit! I still had to pack and figure out how to get my bus
pass printed off, and by the time I finally fell asleep, I only
managed to get about 1 hour before I had to get up and head off,
ughh! As I arrived at Newark and waited for my bus, I realized that
the saying that “New York is the City that never sleeps” is a
very truthful expression. In my week there, I think I slept on
average 4 hours a night!
I
waited for the bus, and nowhere on my ticket or in the waiting area
did it say I had to tag my bags if I wanted to store them in the
luggage compartment, so when my bus showed up and I asked to put them
below, the bus driver was super rude and angry about it, telling me I
needed tags. Seriously, I've travelled on buses in probably about 20
some countries now, including 3rd world ones, and have
never had to put tags on a bag. Like really, how hard is it to throw
bags into separate compartments for separate stops??! It was like
they were completely incompetent and couldn't figure out how to
arrange luggage storage. So I had to get on the bus, and try and
squeeze my big bag in the upper racks, without success, so I had to
squeeze it between my legs and seat, and then put my smaller bag on
my lap. I had a rather sleepy and uneventful bus ride, although the
bus driver continued to be a jerk to other passengers, yelling at
people for talking on their cell phones even if they weren't being
that loud, and getting angry at new passengers who also didn't have
bag tags....yeah I don't think I'll be taking Greyhound again, what a
shitty busline!
We
arrived in DC an hour late, of course, and I had to find the metro
station and try and figure out how to get close to where my friend
Sarah lived. I ended up at the metro station sort of near her place,
and then began the adventure to find a payphone to call her . It took
me about 30 minutes to do that, including stopping at the Marriot and
trying to use their house phone which didn't work, until I finally
found a payphone. Then I went through the same battle as Newark,
first with the payphone saying it was .50 cents for a local phone
call, which I was making, and then once dialed it asked for an extra
10 cents, which I plugged in, then the damn thing just hung up and
took my change. Then I tried to make a call with my credit card, but
of course it wouldn't take my cards that started with a 5, as it
would try and perform a collect call. Then, on top of that it also
wouldn't take my card that started with a 4 either....I was ready to
slam the phone and break it off the wall, I hate these payphones!!!!!
So
now, I was over 2 hours past the time I told my friend I was going to
arrive, and couldn't call her to let her know where I was. I found a
dunkin donuts that fortunately had wifi, so I was able to use skype
to call her, but was still quite frustrated. Fortunately, I got a
hold of her and she came and picked me up, and had a laugh over my
issues. We arrived at her place, and I was still exhausted, but
wanted to go see the city a bit, since she had the day off, so we
grabbed some bikes, and headed into town, checking out several of the
famous monuments, including the Jefferson, Roosevelt, Lincoln, George
Mason, Washington, Korean and Vietnam War, and Martin Luther King Jr.
Memorials. Sarah had actually been working for a little bit as one of
those rickshaw bike drivers, so she had a whole bunch of flashcards
with interesting facts on each spot, which was a pretty cool thing to
have. What a great tour guide :)
After
touring around, and almost getting run over by cars and such on the
mean streets of DC, I was seriously dying from starvation and
exhaustion, but we ended up heading into Chinatown and finding a
Vietnamese place that had some good specials on. After dinner, we
were both pretty exhausted and decided to just take the bikes on the
metro home and arrived and just laid around, not wanting to go out or
do anything else, so we just crashed for the night.
I
caught up on a bit of sleep the next morning, while Sarah went off to
work, and ended up chatting with her wild roommate Tanya for awhile.
Tanya had just finished her night shift, but had a flight to
Baltimore that afternoon, so she just wasn't going to sleep, and had
drank a whole pot of coffee and was just buzzing, so we had a pretty
fun chat, enjoying her energy levels. Eventually, the other roommate
stopped by to pick her up and drop her off at the train station, and
since I was heading the same way, I just caught a ride in with them
to Union Station. After walking Tanya to her train, I went off to
explore the Capital Building, doing a free tour through there, as
well as checking out the House of Representatives. Unfortunately,
Congress was in recess, so it was a pretty quiet scene, but the tour
was still pretty good, as there was some great history lessons, and
some interesting little features in thing such as one of the fired
painters painting his face onto the trunk of a tree in his painting
after he had been terminated.
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| Union Station, one of the more beautiful railway stations I've seen |
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| Congress |
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| Supreme Court |
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| Old chambers of the Supreme Court |
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| Fresco painted by an Italian...(not Michaelangelo) |
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| Thomas Jefferson handing over the declaration to John Hancock |
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| Congress from the front |
After
touring around the beautiful building for 45 minutes, I made my way
over towards the White House, and got about as close as I'll ever
get, which isn't very close. After that, I tried to walk down and
catch the Air and Space Museum for a little bit, but unfortunately
they weren't letting people in past 4:45 so I was SOL. I still had
about 2 hours until Sarah was meant to meet me by the ballpark, so I
just decided to walk there and hang out. I ended up sending her a
message, asking if she could try and arrive a bit earlier than 7:15,
like she had initially planned to, and just arrived at the stadium
grounds, where I grabbed some food and a beer and chatted with some
Canadian guy who was working for the USDA, and a few of his friends.
As luck would somehow have it, Sarah happened to stop by earlier than
I expected and wandered into the grounds and just happened to look
over in the one corner where I was sitting and found me, which saved
me having to borrow a phone to call her. We had a beer, and then went
in and found our seats at the game.
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| Canadian embassy, which is the closest embassy to the Capitol |
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| Alleyway where John Wilkes Booth escaped into after shooting Lincoln |
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| Ford Theatre, where Lincoln was shot |
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| Some famous house that was once Red, but is now White thanks to the War of 1812 |
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| Not too sure if they are made about the lack of representation or not? |
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| Smithsonian Castle |
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| Heading into Nationals Park |
Nationals
Stadium is another really beautiful stadium, and we had some pretty
good seats, in right field, right behind Bryce Harper, who is the 19
year old phenom playing for the Nationals. That guy is so good, and
he happened to hit 2 home runs that game, one of which travelled just
over our head and to the left, so we just barely missed out on
catching another ball damn! He actually just set a new record for
most multiple home run games in a season by a 19 year old,
phenomenal! I had to laugh at a few guys in our section, one of which
seemed to have this huge crush on Harper and kept trying to wave and
him and get his attention and such, and Harper would occasionally
wave back. Then one inning he decided to throw a ball up into our
section, but rather than throw it to the guy who was in love with
him, he threw it over his head to some other fan. The look on the
guy's face was priceless, I honestly thought he was going to cry!!!
Ha ha ha, hilarious. Then
some rather unattractive and larger girls strolled down to the
railing area and tried their luck to get Harper's attention, telling
him it was their birthday and such, but this brought no reaction
either. Hilarious fans. Eventually the beating came to an end and it
was time to exit the stadium, but not before grabbing a few pics then
heading on back to the nearby grounds for one last beer, before
heading back for the night.
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| Great seats, and for cheap! |
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| The Phenom |
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| Thanks to the usher for providing me with his sign! |
I
caught my cab the next morning to the airport and was on my way to
LA. I was pretty exhausted and didn't really feel like getting up to
a whole lot, so I basically just hung out in my hotel room for the
day, other than grabbing some pizza and trying to get a decent's
night sleep. If I had known some people in LA to hang out with, I may
have at least tried to go find something to do, but I just didn't
really care too much. I was up early the next day, and of course
decided to grab breakfast instead of grabbing the first bus to the
airport, and then missed the second bus by a mere minute, fml! I
ended up walking down the strip for about 20 minutes in the early
morning heat, before finally caving, and grabbing a cab and heading
to the airport, where I checked in and was on my way to Mexico! And
that's where I'll continue on from.
Hasta luega,
Senor Rye
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