New York, New York

Brooklyn Bridge at night - a classic NYC view taken by yours truly on a previous trip.

I have mentioned (or in most cases, shamelessly plugged) this Blog to many people – especially at my two recent retirement do’s. Almost always it was ‘sold’ on the basis of my Great Escapade around the world beginning in May. Before then, however, there is the small but significant matter of a week in New York. I’m very conscious that this trip isn’t what many of you will have signed-up for, and to those of you I ask you to bear with me and, hopefully, come back in May.

Writing a diary, or more recently a ‘blog’ has been a family tradition for many years, and I intend to carry on with that for New York 2013. Primarily I am writing for me – or more specifically, me in ten years or so in the future. For that reason, the casual observer may find some of the subject matter fairly mundane. There have been unsympathetic souls in the past who have dismissed my holiday narration as simply a count of all the burgers I’ve eaten. So be it.

All that said, if any of my friends, family, or anyone who happens on this by accident, get even a small amount of joy from sharing my rambling, then that makes it all the better.

I’ve been telling everyone that this week in New York is a way of earning brownie points with Kay on order to go off around he world for three months or so in summer. The truth is not only has Kay been incredibly supportive of my travel plans anyway, we would be having an early spring holiday somewhere, no matter what. That it is New York is simply a bonus all round.

We fly at lunchtime on Thursday, but to take any M25 stress out of the plans, we’re going down to Heathrow on Wednesday evening when Kay has finished work. We land at JFK around 21:00 and hopefully will be checking in to the Marriott Marquis on Times Square not too much later. I’m still in two minds whether to get the Subway or splash out on a van ride, still time to decide before we get there. (We did it by Subway last time we went to New York, arriving at the same sort of time in the evening. Whilst the journey wasn’t entirely smooth sailing, it worked, and the moment of surfacing onto the street to be assailed by New York in full force is among the most memorable moments of my life).

So long as you won’t be expecting Bill Bryson, please feel free to tag along for the vicarious ride. It all starts on Thursday.

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