This city reminds me of Osaka. The massive, one way streets, the high class shopping centres, the many taxis, the crossings, and the buildings. And I really liked Osaka, so this is pretty cool. The heat is quite intense. I'm in loose fitting clothes, as most are. But the sun, which rarely pervades through gaps in the buildings, does provide a suitable friend to the air conditioners. I'm considering buying an air conditioner to take back home. I'm scared of the English heat, but it's only for a few more weeks after I get back, so it wouldn't be worth it.
I took the train to 72nd Street station, and from there walked to Central Park. Central Park is far more incredible than I imagined. The contrast to the city is so stark. I was walking among the most consistently tall buildings in the world, and then I was in a park that could have been in South Africa, in the suburbs of Durban. The city is the first place that definitely didn't feel like Africa, but the Park is like this natural haven from every negative aspect of the city. And life in general. It's peaceful and tranquil, and in New York, it sticks out like a green thumb.
I walked to the centre of the South Side, an then walked South towards Times Square. On the way, I found this Starbucks, where I'm currently writing, and I'm enjoying the first of three free drinks. I won't have them all here and now and today, I'll space them. I'll go and have a McDonalds later as well. Anyway, my Venti Banana caramel Frappucino is gone, and I'm about to go to Broadway for discount tickets. I'll post this and go.
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