Do you know what the call a royale with cheese in America?
Haven't properly started the road trip yet but I thought I could make a start to this blog. The plane was perfectly fine, watched silver linings play book and On The road, as inflight films. Neither were laugh out load, but I'd recommend the first one.
Went to a house party in Brooklyn last night, don't remember much as I hadn't slept since the bus from Swansea to Heathrow, and I made sure I kept up drinking with everyone else. Mistake. The invite came from my friend Tori, an NYU student, who I met in Paris when we were 16. Had a long catch up while Ben and Joe enjoyed a party that wasn't technically their birthday party, but it was a party on their birthday. So I got up this morning and we made our way to the RV pickup. The taxi driver who took us there was a friendly Indian bloke, but had no idea where Tappan was. Because of this he spent the whole time on the phone to his wife, who was evidently googling how to get from manhattan to the middle of bloody nowhere. 90 minutes and $125 later we got our RV.
So I've gotten behind the wheel of an RV for the first time and it is terrifying. We've stopped in McDonald's as we haven't eaten at all and I could use a rest because I'm just that tired. We are desperately trying to reach our first RV camp to set up shop as relax. Once we do we'll be having a lads night out in Manhattan. I wish I could suit up!
Now we're just waiting to get out on the road