Liverpool, UK
The five hour journey from LAX to Newark flew by. I didn't have any drunken surfer dudes next to me this time, nor was I dosed up on an industrial measuring of Imodium, so the flight was an absolute breeze. Plus, I was flying to NYC! Excited wasn't the word.Once I'd got my bags and figured out the best route to my hostel (on 103rd street, on the outskirts of Harlem), I made my way to the bus station. Me being me, I got a little bit lost when I had to change from ...