New York is Bloody Far.
I think the most sapping thing is the queuing. Got to the hotel finally at about 7.45pm after touchdown at 5.30. Will definitely look into the train option to get to the airport. The hotel is no frills but has teabags and very firm beds (I have 2) and once they cleaned the urine off the toilet seat, it was fine.
Now after a shower I am in a soup and salad place and feeling a bit more myself.
The highlights so far:
Flying over the painted desert it did looked like someone had spilt giant jars of rosy paints and let them run over the landscape.
Flying into New York was overcast and a uniform grey, which made the sky and water merge, so that the cargo ships seemed to be suspended in the air.
It cleared enough to see the skyline in silhouetted against an orange sunset as the shuttle came into the city.
The streets stretch so far - I'm used to the crooked streets of Sydney - and so high.
Tomorrow Central Park, art and wanderings.
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