Sunday 13th July - The Universal, Egg Free, Hangover Cure

One eye opened, the next one opened, the room wasn’t spinning and my head didn’t feel all that bad. Tim on the other hand did not look like he was fairing so well. In need of food we headed across the road for brunch which turned me a shade of green as it reacted with the previous evening’s intake of gin. In no fit state, we wandered, leaflet in had, in the direction of an open top bus tour. Maybe it was the greenness around our gills or the leaflet wielding but stumbling along the bottom of Central Park a tour guide approached and sold us tickets just as a bus appeared. We were in luck, or so we thought until one stop later we were chucked off and told to join another bus.

If this had been a bad sign we needn’t have worried. The bus in front filled just as we got to the front of the queue, leaving us to stand a while on the edge of Time Square. Two minutes later we were on another bus and two hours later we finally left having had the most animated tour guide who seemed to know everything about everywhere.

One of four temporary art installations in New York:


A traffic light swinging metres from our heads:

A wonky Brooklyn Bridge:

And again more traffic lights:

The Gridiron Building:

The U.N. Building:

The enormity of the New York skyline:

Time Square:

In need of more sleep we ducked into the restaurant next to our hotel – a glorified burger joint whose burgers really weren’t all that great - before shunning the hotel bar for the draw of our bed.