Day 1: 15/08/2007
Finally arrived in New York after a 7 hour flight from Liverpool. I was so tired on the plane that I nodded off every 20 minutes or so.
I watched 300, Hot Fuzz and made it half way through Withnail and I. It got me thinking about the drinking game which you can play while watching this film. Drink when they drink. My god, at the rate at which they’re drinking, you would be wasted in about 20 minutes.
I arrived at the airport with a real need to walk around. The hypercondriac in me thought I was getting that Deep Vain Thrombosis thing – lucky for me it turned out to be nothing!
You never guess what happened when I got to the part where you show your passport to the americans – the guy asked me to follow him to a room. My first thought was if he was going to search me? Was it because there was something wrong with my passport? Inside, I was pooing my pants, but on the outside I just played it cool with a nice “Yeah, sure”.
I found myself in a bigger room, all alone. But all my guilty thoughts were for nothing in the end. The guy simply stamped by travel visa and stapled it to my passport, then asked, “How long are you staying for?”
He wrote down the 14th September, then I was free to got. A free man again!
After all this excitement, I then realised that finding a place to stay for the night, was next on my list. So I went in search of a Hostel.
After searching for hostels, pretty much all over the city, I finally found a bed. Everywhere I tried was fully booked except that was for good old Jazz In The City.
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