Kevin Smith day!!
Well, what was initally intended as Kevin Smith day did not quite fill a day in the end... But it was still mighty fun.
Another early start, but that goes without saying now... Some guy in our room kept me up with his snoring so I didn't even get 8 hours- and me without my sleep... Watch out... But, while it was still early, we left the hostel for Penn Station, in a rush to get as early a train as we could. It seems we could have dawdled a tad, or even slept in, because we had a 45 minute + wait for out train in the end! But Penn station is nice, not as glorious as Central Station, but the New Jersey train part reminded me a lot of Hong Kong, with it's pinky marble interior. So it wasn't a hardship to just sit and wait. We got some muffins/pastries there and some coffee/juice to tide us over until our train arrived.
A double-decker train too I'll have you know. Really nice, I have to say, they should bring them to the UK. The conductor was nice and friendly too, or at least the first conductor was- I think the second one was a little drunk, he didn't know what station we were at- he shouted out 2 wrong stations before getting it right, even though the pre-programmed voice kept saying the right station. The trip was also quite scenic, through lots of tree lined areas, even some forests, and lots of wooden-clad houses. Eventually though, we reached our destination; Redbank New Jersey- birth place of Mr. Kevin Patrick Smith.
After a while of walking in completely the wrong direction, and then a bit more in the right direction, we foung the right street; it was very pictoresque with lovely boutique shops and cafes and nestled between this down-home establishements was the Mecca for all geeks, the comic book shop to defeat all comic book shops (if you're into that thing) Jay and Silent Bob's Secret Stash.
My first thought on entering the shop was how much bigger it is inside than it looks outside. Which is saying something because it looks tiny. And it's a nice balance between genuine comic-books and Kevin Smith movie stuff. Although the guy who runs it (Walt Flanagan- from the films) didn't seem to like us, I think he thought we were only there for the film stuff... Maybe it's because I kept taking pictures... who knows... Anyway, it was very cool. Lots to see, lots to buy. And, grumpy as he was, Walt even posed with Paloogin.
We had a yummy lunch outside at a cafe called "No Joes Cafe" big big sarnies (food's so big here!) and hand-made tortilla chips. The staff we all really friendly too, earnt their tips no question :)
I went to somewhere very dear to me too today, Papyrus Paper Shop. Now, granted, I didn't know it exsisted before now but it's be-e-e-autiful. It sells the kind of present-wrapping stuff I would LOVE to be able to purchase all the time. Lucky, lucky Americans.
We decided to cut the day short with just this part of the tour (we did see a certain music shop and apartment front from the films too) as it seems the Quick Stop and diner were a good bus ride away and Walt had been so wierd with us we didn't fancy going in for directions etc. Plus the train ride was pushing an hour and a half so we thought we're head home.
The train home wasn't as nice as the train going out there. I also really needed the loo and there weren't any in sight! Luckily Dan scouted one out for me but the less said about the toilets on the trains here the better.
When we got back to the 96th Street Subway stop (home) we picked up some bits from the drug store (get me with the lingo) and headed to Central Park where we grabbed some dawgs for dinner and just watched the world go by. Was really fun, nice and quite. Relaxing.
On our return to the hostel we found new roommates which is nice. 3 more to be precise, but who knows what will happen tomorrow. Hostels are a strange and changing place.
Oh, and I'm having problems uploading pictures and finding this blog. The blog, it seems, is working, but I still haven't quite mastered the photos- please bear with me, all will be sorted soon... I hope...