So, er, New York. Great sightseeing city, and obviously I had a knowledgeable guide in the form of Abi who lived there for 3 years. So Christian, what did you see in this never-ending metropolis, I hear you ask? Lots of photos of world-famous icons? No. Seemingly, it was such a relief to get the sale of Lily and the acquisition of a Whistler apartment under our belts before leaving Sydney that there was some kind of outpouring of contentment, an overwhelming sense of exasperated achievement. So we celebrated by getting wonderfully, beautifully, hugely larrupped in many bars. And that's it. The hotel was 2 blocks from Times Square - see it? No. Statue of Liberty right? Nope. Brooklyn? Ahem. Central Park, you must have gone to Central Park? Whatever. Go up the Empire State? Not quite, but looked at a postcard of it, will that do?
All good. . I requested a piece of authentic NYC insanity, and got it, in the form of a mad, filthy, demonised tramp who was eloquently and intelligently yelling at passing taxis about the meaning of life from the corner of the intersection. That kind of summed the city up better than going up a tall building in a lift.
So we've come to the end of the jaunt - Ipswich beckons for me, will be great to see the gang and kick back with the family. No doubt I'll get beaten up by Jadyn as a gift for being home, and kicked in the veg by Yazmin as a hi unc. And it'll be ace, but it will only be about 10 days. Abs and me have booked a gaff in Whistler for the upcoming season, flights on the 7th December, so if any of you lucky punters out there fancy a trip to Canada, get on the pooter in front of you and type me a mail. The month of November has seen reord breaking snowfall, 17 feet, so what are you waiting for huh? Love C.