After being woken up at a very inhospitable 12.30pm by Del (who used the words “why is everyone still in bed?” despite knowing that all of the PRC staff went out on Sunday night), I dragged myself into the shower, into some clean clothes, and then onto a train that was going into Manhattan. I’d already been told that today we were going to be visiting the Manhattan Museum Of Sex (Anahita’s idea – who else?), and to be honest my apprehension for going wasn’t because I didn’t want to look at sex toys from the 1920s, it was purely because I wanted to spend the day doing nothing except sleeping.
We made it into Manhattan in the early afternoon (as always – next time I visit I’m going in by myself so that I can arrive in the morning) and instead of eating a healthy lunch like last time, we headed for subway to get some $5 foot-long subs. Whilst this may sound like a good deal, I can’t help but feel like I’m only eating crap at the moment and really need to start making the most of my days off by eating as much healthy food as possible. After the foot-long subways had been demolished as far as a group of hungover (and partly still drunk) foreigners could manage we visited the museum of sex, constantly giggling and “eurgh”-ing at some of the weird stuff on show.
Once we’d finished the grand tour of everything sexual from the past century or so, we headed uptown, aiming towards a couple of cinemas in Times Square. On the way there, we walked through a seemingly dodgy neighbourhood. I’m on about the sort of place where every other shop sells fake Louis Vuitton handbags and purses, and the shops that sell genuine goods got hold of them by dodgy means. It wasn’t until I that later looked in my guidebook, read that we’d just walked through Little Korea, and realised why the lettering on the front of all the shops used funny Chinese-looking characters.
Tuesday was a far more laid back day off than Monday. I woke up at about 2pm, rode someone else’s bike into Locust Valley (the club has some bikes that can be borrowed for free, but they’re old and horrible) to grab some food, and then just chilled out all afternoon. At about 6pm, 13 of us piled into a couple of cars (entirely legally), and we drove into Queens to go to my first sports match since I got here.
We drove to the New York Mets stadium, where we got to watch them annihilate the San Fransisco Giants 7-0. We didn’t really have the best seats in the house (look at the photo and you’ll get what I mean), and the beers were stupidly expensive, but a good time was had by all, and I got to tick yet another must-do off my list.
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