One of the first things I did when I got to New York was visit Central Park. When I wrote that day’s blog entry, I wrote:
‘Walking into Central Park was definitely the strangest experience of the trip so far (though I’ve only been here 15 hours, so the competition’s pretty weak). Within seconds of being in the park, I could no longer see any of the surrounding buildings and skyscrapers that filled the rest of Manhatten. If it wasn’t for the sound of a police siren in the distance, and some black dude walking past me shouting “Daiyam!” into his phone (sorry, cell), I would never have known I was in NYC.’
Since that time, I have had plenty of strange experiences. I’ve slept on the subway, jumped out of an aeroplane and worked a 16 hour day on about 5 hours sleep. I also realised after going to Central Park the first time that I hadn’t even scratched the surface of the park. So today I went back into Central Park to finish what I’d begun. My New York guide book had a three hour walk round the park that I was planning to do, but I soon discovered that the best thing about the park is getting lost in it.
The whole place is a mish-mash of overlapping paths that weave inbetween giant fields, trees and rocks. There’s a section called the Ramble that’s kept in the style of an overgrown woodland that I got lost in for about half an hour as I tried to find my way out and back to the carefully tended lawns that make up half the park. I saw a guy rollerblading about whilst trying to balance cups on his head. The weirdest bit of the park though happened when I was at the John Lennon memorial. This tiny spot was easily the most packed place in the whole of Central Park, and it didn’t go down very well when one guy asked his friend who the f*** John Lennon was.
After Central Park, I met up with Cameron and Maria and we went out for a couple of drinks before getting the train and a taxi home.
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