I will survive...

What a couple of days it's been.  Let's see if I can condense the last forty eight hours into half a page of A4...

When Miss R and I had started planning this trip to New York behind the husband's unsuspecting back, I suggested that a cycle ride through New York might be a good thing to do.  I suggested this because I know that the two of them love being on two wheels.  Not for one second, did I take time to consider the fact that I am a couch potato of the King Edward kind and am better equipped for minor gardening than the Tour de France..

We picked our bikes up from the hire shop, along with a Barry Manilow (without the face lift) lookalike called Kevin who had the 'luck' to escort us through New York.  There were nine of us altogether, and I was by far one of the oldest (only the husband and Kevin were older) and I was definitely the unfittest.  This became apparent on the first hill, when I did a passable Darth Vader impersonation for the first ten minutes.  After this, it was all flat and the two hours passed really quickly,

The husband stayed behind me all the way round as he was rather nervous about unleashing me on the unsuspecting New Yorkers, but everything went beautifully until the last corner, when weaving in and out of traffic, following the lunatic Kevin, I almost face planted the wing mirror of a school bus.  It was only the rapid action of leaning over the handlebars so that my nose skimmed rubber which saved the day.  So I am very proud to say that I cycled through New York and didn't die.  Quite an achievement...

We've done all the touristy bits, such as the open top bus trip, Grand Central Station, the Rockefeller Centre and we've also played New York Bingo.  Between is, we've managed to tick off burgers, pancakes, waffles, beer and maple syrup, and the husband managed a coup with a chilli dog today.  Just pretzels to go, and we'll have a full house.

But the funniest thing we've come up against is that no taxi driver has known our hotel.  They drivers over here obviously don't do anything like The Knowledge, like our taxi drivers have to do.  Here are some of the highlights:

Taxi Number One :  No idea where our hotel was, so used his phone as a sat nav.  Cost?  $19
Taxi Number Two : No idea where our hotel was.  Continued conversation with wife for the whole journey, having put the address into his phone while driving.  Directions interspersed with love talk with wife and heavy reggae music.  Cost?  $18
Taxi Number Three: No idea where our hotel was.  Couldn't find it on sat nav.  Husband tried to be helpful, telling him that the hotel was in Brooklyn.  The driver then muttered something unintelligible in Chinese before saying that 'Brooklyn was too big; and throwing us out of the car.
Taxi Number Four:  Husband directed him home. Cost $14.

On Sunday, we are planning more cycling, this time around Central Park.

My derriere is thrilled...





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