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Published: March 19th 2015
It's 14.56 on Wednesday the 18th of March. Currently I'm sitting on the bus between NYC and Boston. In this blog I'll write about the 16th & 17th, then maybe write up our day today either later tonight or tomorrow morning.
So Monday morning we were up latish and got ready on the last full day we had in the apartment. We had arranged the day before to meet George, a friend of ours from Worthing, outside High St. sub station in Brooklyn. The fact that we actually met him there was a minor miracle itself as neither of us had wifi or 3G, there were several exits and we were both 20 minutes later than the arranged meeting time.
The 5 of us then wandered into Downtown Brooklyn and sat and chatted in a Starbucks for a few hours. I should explain, when booking the hostels we had accidentally left a night, the 17th, where we were booked in neither NY or Boston accommodation, so the plan was to stay in a 24 McDonalds in Boston until we could check in the following day. However, with even more luck, it turned out that George was alone in his family's flat
in Manhattan that night - and so he offered us a bed. We celebrated this decision with a couple slices of excellent pizza from a café just down the main road in Brooklyn.
We parted at the Subway and agreed to text George when we were in Manhattan the following day, then went home to pack. In actuality we all napped for an hour or two, then grudgingly began the packing process for the first of many times. Once we were all done we headed in to the local neighbourhood to grab a takeaway for our last meal around the grubby little dining room table, and ate it while discussing the highlights, and low points, of NY. After dinner we, one by one, went off to bed before an early start in the morning.
We got up Tuesday morning at around 7. Well I say we, the others did - I got up at 8.10. We showered and finished packing, and I popped up the road to the local deli to grab a bite for breakfast. We left the apartment at 9.45 and went to hand the key back to the hostel owners. It was the man's Father who let
us in, the guy who argued outside our door in the small hours of Saturday morning, and we profusely but politely refused a lift before heading off towards the station. It was so good to leave that place - we certainly will not miss it.
So we caught the subway laden with baggage and found a spot in a Starbucks on the edge of Central Park to meet George and head up to his apartment. The building itself had 57 floors - ours being on the 40th floor. We were met by porters and a marble lobby as we entered - which seemed almost comical compared to the place we'd come from.
The apartment itself consisted of a living room, a study with a double bed, and a master bedroom (ensuite), and a bathroom. The view was nothing short of spectacular. Not only this but the 57th floor had a pool room, a spa, a pool and gym - all with fantastic views.
After walking around the complex in awe for a good hour, George, Matt and I headed the gym and the pool while the girls stayed in the room. By the time we were back and had showered
we were all feeling a little hungry, so hit 9th St. and found a lovely (and inexpensive) Thai restaurant to eat, still all slightly dazed by the staggering change of scenery.
The rest of the evening was spent watching TV, swimming, and, for me, just watching out over night-time Manhattan. What a way to spend the last night in Manhattan.
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