So, Coming to the end of NYC now. Last blog was rather a long drawl so will try to keep these shorter and more to the point. Yesterday, woke up late after a heavy night with hostel people drinking genocide. Finally decided that since we were effectively homeless in a few days sorted transport and a some Accommodation to Washington. 9/11 memorial done, New WTC seen, buildings shiney, high line garden done, Broadway done (may as well give it a go).

Any hu, I would leave it there, and shall do in future, but since I'm currently waiting for Paul to get up and I'm sat in he commons surrounded by French people with none of the English speaking nations in sight I may as well continue with irrelevant things. For example, all the police cars have extended rubber bumpers in front of their regular bumpers which I can only assume is for ramming other cars. Also, for the amount of money in this city why Is public transport so shocking. The subway works it just looks shocking from not being updated since the 40's. Trains are even worse and also have near to no signage to actually tell you where the train is going. Where the roads have been repaired they've simply laid a massive sheet of metal over the top, bolted it down and decided jobs a good un. Although the pedestrian crossing wok, there's no button to press you just walk when the traffic changes direction, traffic going the other way still turns into you which seems an oversight on behalF of the planing committee whom upon realising their error must simply have thought it to be the problem of the poor and if you don't want to get run over don't walk.

Next issue, shopping. Due to the crampt space their are no large supermarkets I've found. Worse is I can't find hdky an supermarkets. There are a few offLicences and the rare 711. I know many people at against them but I very much miss tesco express. I just want a nicely laid out shop with all the normal things I want to buy at a sensible price. The shop across the road has half an aisle of beer, half an aisle of questionable food, and then 3 aisles of cosmetics. I have no idea why. All I wanted was a sandwich, not to be drunk, vomitting semi defrosted pizza and smeared in enough mascara and fake tan to paint Germany. Tesco, where art thou.

On a different note, contrary to picking up an accent I seem to be becoming posher. Unintentionally my sub conscious seems to be revolting at all the slang and decided on its own that I should speak as posh as possible and be not unlike old queeney herself. Strange.

Any hu Paul should be up soon and got full day ahead, last day in NY. Will upload pictures at some point. Much lavelave