A Tuesday morning I took the bus to New York. I arrived eight hours later. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and the city was cloudy, but hot and humid. I got off the bus in an unknown street, full of unknown buildings, with no more idea than to be in New York. At last.
I had no fucking idea where I was. As I had not found any Lonely Planet before reaching this mythical place, I was thrown to whack one of the world's most intimidating city. Or more, how to know. I started walking guided by instinct, as if he knew where he was. "I'll find a metro station," he said. "All stations are connected in some way, no problem, everything is under control."
had booked a hostel in Brooklyn, the neighborhood Williamsburg. Terse instructions on its Web site said that after arriving at the Bedford Avenue station, L train, walk up 4 North Street and turn right. I did not even know where heck was Brooklyn. So I walked and I went into a street and then another, pretending that security was clearly not. Inside I was shitting. Rarely have I felt so afraid to walk dragging a suitcase in an unknown city.
Suddenly I heard the sound of the train at full speed down the sidewalk. At the next corner I found the stairs to the subway and down, smiling at everyone, as if to say "Wow, this order week in the Hamptons was insane "(which would explain my case, because the goal is pass by New York). Then I read the map. Impossible to understand at first.
So
I flung as Borras. One season later heard that the next transfer line was L. I got off peacefully, I went down a level in the elevator, I got to the first car I found and looked like last season. Four Bedford Avenue was later I emerged into the street again, painfully dragging my suitcase (which had traded in my backpack). was at 7 North Street and I went down to the four, I turned around and touched a bell. He had done.
But ah, my luck took so little! After applaud the feat, I went again only to get lost as ever. That happens when one walks to believe that Brooklyn is a neighborhood when in reality it is a huge city within another. So I ended up walking so much worse than in Tepito neighborhood, to intername after one of pure Polish telling me what I thought was nasty in its original language. Above, I had lowered the pressure. I went to a restaurant, where I believe Turkish, and then eat a lentil soup for the soul, the waitress told me to take the subway.
Lost again. With dizziness, headache and nausea, I forgot I look for in a single platform that takes several trains. I was wrong direction so many times. I went out to re-enter the tunnel. I spent hours there, reflecting on the origins of graffiti and The Warriors, on a video for UNKLE and a book by Henry Miller. And only night I managed to get close to Brooklyn Heights.
was worth.
The next morning I decided to get up very early and get to know the city really . I took the subway to get to the stairs the Brooklyn Bridge and cross it on foot.
adventure begins
Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass, not a goddamn flying elephant.
And then, as he walked and the contours of the island of Manhattan appeared, I had a definite sense. At last he was in New York. Had failed to feel the day before, locked in the underground or bumping along unfamiliar streets. Skyscrapers had not looked yet, at least not closely, and the magnificence of New York was revealed to me blow to the hike.
is all true what they say in New York. All novels, movies, songs, poems, rumors, all right. It is the capital of the world. It's intimidating. It is beautiful, with a special beauty and dirty. I try to describe it, but I can not: there is a constant thrill to be in New York. An emotion that is updated every minute. I think New York is the city that is known not to have been: we've seen both on TV and in movies, and have read much about it, which seems within reach. And it is. It is walkable and is warm. New Yorkers are incredibly friendly: not looking good to you or reading your little map in the corner looking confused, they come to help. And everything seen. You will never be rare or unique and that, instead of being boring, is liberating.
Here across the Brooklyn Bridge as anybody else.
very poor quality photo of you know what lady.
Manhattan I decided to go in order from top to bottom. I started then in Lower Manhattan: Ground Zero, Financial District, Wall Street and then Chinatown, Little Italy, NoLita, SoHo, NoHo and a bit of Greenwich Village. At night I made a tourist indulgence and got on the Empire State. When I walked out the Fifth to 42 and then went to Times Square. I stayed a long time sitting on a staircase full of tourists looking bright ads, knowing that a real newyorker avoid that area like the plague. But I was a tourist and I liked it because everything was revealed to me the first time.
Photos:
seller's Beach Classic I ♥ NY. Note that still sell the shirts hopeful Obama.
Ground Zero.
Clerk overwhelmed.
Wall Street. Dog walker with a high interest in economics to the front.
and who is that as I take out picture ...
This is New York: a crazy mounted on a ladder with a bible in his hand preaching the lack of values \u200b\u200bin our society. And a man with nothing better chubby what to do every now and then nodding.
This is also New York: the buttocks of a senile nun.
Columbus Park. Was fed through exciting happen in these kind gentlemen.
Chinatown! Although not all Chinese, as the Vietnamese restaurant. I ate at a Thai with a half English assholes for chopsticks.
And, indeed, the entire Chinatown smells fishy.
lychee water is god ... made lychee water.
And then, in Little Italy ...
That's how I like my stereotypes: basic and car plates.
is true: Little Italy is only two blocks, filled with confetti and verdeblancorojo. And restaurants with pasta. And chatty waiters.
Exterior of the New Museum on Bowery.
Lost duck. Still lost.
You so gay.
An exhibit at the New Museum was tens Wish these bracelets printed on fabric. You could choose the one that would and the legend is that when you fall, your wish is fulfilled. I chose two and not take a day and I myself took them away. The metaphor of life: you always destroys their dreams.
everyday thing in SoHo.
A taco tap, classical.
Sunset on the Sixth.
Empire State, psss oh.
Something is missing in this picture. Something like a giant gorilla.
Views from the Empire State:
In the gift shop, a cup of Gorilla: Why not.
earthly paradise.
And finally, that night, Times Square:
continued
other exciting days. The recounting go slowly. Although one day I saw so much that I would be happy with just that. Fortunately, it does not. While Therefore, the course of the day:
Manhattan, day 1
I had no fucking idea where I was. As I had not found any Lonely Planet before reaching this mythical place, I was thrown to whack one of the world's most intimidating city. Or more, how to know. I started walking guided by instinct, as if he knew where he was. "I'll find a metro station," he said. "All stations are connected in some way, no problem, everything is under control."
had booked a hostel in Brooklyn, the neighborhood Williamsburg. Terse instructions on its Web site said that after arriving at the Bedford Avenue station, L train, walk up 4 North Street and turn right. I did not even know where heck was Brooklyn. So I walked and I went into a street and then another, pretending that security was clearly not. Inside I was shitting. Rarely have I felt so afraid to walk dragging a suitcase in an unknown city.
Suddenly I heard the sound of the train at full speed down the sidewalk. At the next corner I found the stairs to the subway and down, smiling at everyone, as if to say "Wow, this order week in the Hamptons was insane "(which would explain my case, because the goal is pass by New York). Then I read the map. Impossible to understand at first.
So I flung as Borras. One season later heard that the next transfer line was L. I got off peacefully, I went down a level in the elevator, I got to the first car I found and looked like last season. Four Bedford Avenue was later I emerged into the street again, painfully dragging my suitcase (which had traded in my backpack). was at 7 North Street and I went down to the four, I turned around and touched a bell. He had done.
But ah, my luck took so little! After applaud the feat, I went again only to get lost as ever. That happens when one walks to believe that Brooklyn is a neighborhood when in reality it is a huge city within another. So I ended up walking so much worse than in Tepito neighborhood, to intername after one of pure Polish telling me what I thought was nasty in its original language. Above, I had lowered the pressure. I went to a restaurant, where I believe Turkish, and then eat a lentil soup for the soul, the waitress told me to take the subway.
Lost again. With dizziness, headache and nausea, I forgot I look for in a single platform that takes several trains. I was wrong direction so many times. I went out to re-enter the tunnel. I spent hours there, reflecting on the origins of graffiti and The Warriors, on a video for UNKLE and a book by Henry Miller. And only night I managed to get close to Brooklyn Heights.
was worth. The next morning I decided to get up very early and get to know the city really . I took the subway to get to the stairs the Brooklyn Bridge and cross it on foot.
adventure begins 
Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass, not a goddamn flying elephant. And then, as he walked and the contours of the island of Manhattan appeared, I had a definite sense. At last he was in New York. Had failed to feel the day before, locked in the underground or bumping along unfamiliar streets. Skyscrapers had not looked yet, at least not closely, and the magnificence of New York was revealed to me blow to the hike.
is all true what they say in New York. All novels, movies, songs, poems, rumors, all right. It is the capital of the world. It's intimidating. It is beautiful, with a special beauty and dirty. I try to describe it, but I can not: there is a constant thrill to be in New York. An emotion that is updated every minute. I think New York is the city that is known not to have been: we've seen both on TV and in movies, and have read much about it, which seems within reach. And it is. It is walkable and is warm. New Yorkers are incredibly friendly: not looking good to you or reading your little map in the corner looking confused, they come to help. And everything seen. You will never be rare or unique and that, instead of being boring, is liberating.
Here across the Brooklyn Bridge as anybody else. 
very poor quality photo of you know what lady. 
Manhattan I decided to go in order from top to bottom. I started then in Lower Manhattan: Ground Zero, Financial District, Wall Street and then Chinatown, Little Italy, NoLita, SoHo, NoHo and a bit of Greenwich Village. At night I made a tourist indulgence and got on the Empire State. When I walked out the Fifth to 42 and then went to Times Square. I stayed a long time sitting on a staircase full of tourists looking bright ads, knowing that a real newyorker avoid that area like the plague. But I was a tourist and I liked it because everything was revealed to me the first time.
Photos:
seller's Beach Classic I ♥ NY. Note that still sell the shirts hopeful Obama. 
Ground Zero. 
Clerk overwhelmed. 
Wall Street. Dog walker with a high interest in economics to the front. 
and who is that as I take out picture ... 
This is New York: a crazy mounted on a ladder with a bible in his hand preaching the lack of values \u200b\u200bin our society. And a man with nothing better chubby what to do every now and then nodding. 
This is also New York: the buttocks of a senile nun. 
Columbus Park. Was fed through exciting happen in these kind gentlemen. 
Chinatown! Although not all Chinese, as the Vietnamese restaurant. I ate at a Thai with a half English assholes for chopsticks. 
And, indeed, the entire Chinatown smells fishy. 
lychee water is god ... made lychee water. 
And then, in Little Italy ...
That's how I like my stereotypes: basic and car plates. 
is true: Little Italy is only two blocks, filled with confetti and verdeblancorojo. And restaurants with pasta. And chatty waiters. 
Exterior of the New Museum on Bowery. 
Lost duck. Still lost. 
You so gay. 
An exhibit at the New Museum was tens Wish these bracelets printed on fabric. You could choose the one that would and the legend is that when you fall, your wish is fulfilled. I chose two and not take a day and I myself took them away. The metaphor of life: you always destroys their dreams. 
everyday thing in SoHo. 
A taco tap, classical. 
Sunset on the Sixth. 
Empire State, psss oh. 
Something is missing in this picture. Something like a giant gorilla. Views from the Empire State:
In the gift shop, a cup of Gorilla: Why not. 
earthly paradise. And finally, that night, Times Square:
continued other exciting days. The recounting go slowly. Although one day I saw so much that I would be happy with just that. Fortunately, it does not. While Therefore, the course of the day:
Manhattan, day 1 ** continue **
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