I love New York. It is simply the most alive city in the world, it never sleeps and I could have spent months there. The hostel, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, was full of Swedes. Almost immediatley, as if in a challenge to jetlag, I set off, with Erik and Tobias, to find the best pub in the middle of Times Square. However, a hard rock cafe aside, there are no pubs there, just shops. So minutes later we found ourselves in an Irish pub on 9th Avenue with a couple of pitchers of beer discussing politics with some tough looking Italian American Facists, who later that night decided they wanted me to run for Prime Minister at the next election (and I'm fairly liberal - weird). I'd say the first night set the
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