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Published: September 16th 2008
Ok so this diary thing is way too behind, and I am missing out on reporting on so many wonderful revelations as they happen.
So Duxbury, oh picture perfect Duxbury. I stayed with a family of 4 children and 2 adults who had a lovely house with a herb garden and a lovely guesthouse that I had all to myself. I stayed a few days, visited local horse people, barns etc. The area was all so wealthy and picture perfect it was almost surreal. I was sad to leave the comfortable paradise of the lovely forested suburbia and the lovely family and the perfect life of the perfect housewife. But I was on my train again after a few days and onward to New York.
This time I arrived at New York in the MORNING, instead of the middle of the night, which was very good because the budget Lucky Star Boston-New York bus that I got dropped us on some random china town street and I had no idea which direction to walk in. About 2.5 hours of lugging my bags later I got to the Chelsea International Hostel on West 21st Street, which was awful, cramped and unfriendly. I
could also only have one night at a time. I dumped my bags and walked around from some NYC vibe minus 30 odd kgs of luggage, theres something so cool about all them orange cabs.
The next morning I was booted out of my hostel so I walked to the closest hostel in the area, The Gershwin Hotel which was rrrreally cool. I thought there was no way in hell I'd get a bed, but YES three nights in fact, and they would hold my bags till I checked in. That was a happy morning. The Gershwin was Andy Warhol inspired and the lobby was a collection of art works, it was also next to (or part of the museum of sex) which I never went to but I found it amusing all the same. I was right next to 5th avenue where I had a lovely view of the empire state building every time I wandered past the hot dog stands in the evening. I visited the Guggenheim, which was a nice building but I didn't like the featured artist, some arrogant French woman called Louise Bourgeois who moved to New York. I am really very open minded when
it comes to art, even the really obscure simple stuff, but all I saw in this stuff was ego. I have a feeling she would have fluttered about a lot of art parties and been a very difficult customer in a cafe, she probably dallied with the right people to become as famous as she was, her work was soulless imho. Anyway.
Went to the Museum because there was a horsey exhibit, which I thought would teach me something new but it didn't. Museum was cool, it had a big whale in a room, and some very expensive displays. It was kind of like a zoo but everything was stuffed or simulated. Expensive, yes. I think I prefer exhibits, aquariums etc that are real though. But it was nice to be at the locale of 'Night at the Museum' It was a funny movie that.
Walked through Central Park, which is large, I went the wrong way and ended up somewhere I wasn't meant to be, but that's ok. There are peddlers on bike cart things and horses and carriages to carry you around the park roads, I like the clip clop of horses and carts. I walked down
the shopping end of 5th avenue. Christ. This was like those pictures you take to show how overpopulated the world is. And everyone was expensively dressed and yada yada yada. This was another of those times I feel like a dirty hippy bum, my clothes were not brand new and I wore hemp and my pink suede shoes are dirty and a bit worn. Maybe I am not so all American and New York.
I met up with some people from the summer camp. We did the box ticking tourist activities of Ground Zero and Statue of Liberty, crowded and not that exciting. We went to a bar in a sushi restaurant on the upper west side (I just love saying upper west side) where the bartender poured us drinks that were so strong we couldn't drink them. I have been a double Bourbon and coke girl for a while and I couldn't drink this. So we sipped our neat spirits and shuddered and took a few photos of each other on our stools.
I got back too late and missed the shuttle for the airport, shit. So I guessed I was going to have to cab it in
the morning. Somehow by chance at 5am there happened to be a shuttle going and said he would take me for free. It was rad.
So I sat in my terminal that morning and made the most of the free internet that BlueJet provide, because BlueJet is cheap and awesome. And I boarded my plane to San Francisco where I was going to be getting ready for Burning Man.
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