Inside the Base
Airplane was late by one hour. But I am inside the US of A, for 90 days or until notice.
Highlights of the day so far:
-> I never want to enter an airplane again. Much less sleep in one.
-> Turns out you cannot take pictures of the bridges, specially in the toll booth where a cop is around. The van driver tried to cover me, saying 'he's not taking pictures, he's just planting explosives' but the cop didn't buy it and I had to delete most of the bridge pictures.
-> Go to hostel, run around like a headless chicken gathering everything I need, try to phone parents, fail, try to send stuff to blog, fail, try to send mail to people, partially succeed. At least the ATM machine works.
-> Now I understand why Spiderman can actually be a working hero in New York.
-> Take a walk through Central Park to Guggenheim cause I can't find subways. Oh, I'm almost through it. Wait a minute, I came -from- that side... shouldn't there be a lake somew... DEAR GOD THIS IS A HUGE ASS LAKE.
-> Found Guggenheim. You have to take your camera since it's too small for the storage, but you can't take pictures or they throw you down the central well. Many pictures of hands and many pictures I saw in a Art History book.
-> Ate a danish, a scone and a bottle of Snapples at the Guggenheim cafe. Note to self: I hate danishes, scones and Snapples. Danishes and scones taste more sugary than a care bear covered in syrup, and Snapples (lemon) actually made me more thirsty.
-> Found subways. There was a check for a ' police inspection', in which a police fellow looks through the window at any threatening leftover objects in the car. Leftover objects are the big threat now. (not forgetting pictures of bridges)
-> Arose at Central Station, made way through Bigass Building Avenue to look at UN building.
-> Solved problem of dizziness: Ate at McDonald's. Lots of sugar (Note to self: American Sprite tastes almost as bitter as Snapples lemon) and salt boost both glycemic levels and blood pressure for extra moving around power. As per the US tipping tradition, I tip a bum on the way out.
-> Make way for Empire State via 5th Avenue. Electronics very cheap here. I suspect that if I sneeze on the counter they'll give me a black&white Palm.
-> Hrm. How should I dawdle for enough time to get the sunset from the Empire State? Aha.
-> Incomplete Message Of The Day: HIGH SPEED INTERNET FOR 1 DOLLAR (each 10 minutes)
Tomorrow: History Museum! Boat Ride! Penn Station! What else will our brave hero try to do?
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Para os que so falam portugues:
A comida do aviao estava uma porcaria. Entrei no US sem problemas. Quase me estrepo quando descubro que nao posso tirar fotos das pontes de entrada de Manhattan. O caixa automatico funciona bem. Os novaiorquinos estao simplesmente apavorados com objetos abandonados no metro, na rua, em qualquer lugar. Passei pelo Central Park, Guggenheim, metro, Chrysler Building, daqui a pouco vou ver o Empire State.
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Don't give bums money!!!!!
-Advice from Maestro
oi hermano!! acho q vc vai ter de se contentar em naum tirar fotos de várias coisas e aguentar as pessoas neuroticas tbem! hehe e qto a comida naum se preocupe, qdo vc voltar encontrará o buffet! hehehe beijo flor
Ae filho, quando a fome apertar vai comer até legumes.
Bj mae
Hey Zara, Geo here.
It fills me with the greatest sadness to deliver this message to #finalfight's mighty South American powerhouse and coder, but there has been a setback of monumental proportions.
Koipond can't drive us. He has basically no way to get out of a new job and looking after his kid. Here's what I wrote on the boards.
"Well, Koipond basically screwed up the whole deal by getting a job and not sticking to the original plan which was that he and his family die poor and starving in a gutter somewhere in North York a few months after driving me to the con.
My car is in no condition to drive all that way. I may have faith in it, but my parents do not and I really can't go against them on this one as if the car were to break down I would be basically screwed and a huge leech on my parents for a new car.
Unless you all pay for me to get down there by air, sea, plane or automobile, I cannot attend the East Pyokon. I only hope that Zara can find some other way to get there and that he not meet hardship in this journey through a strange, foreign land."
I guess you'll have to find some other way to Philadephia. I apologize with the strength of 10000 prayers but this was basically completely out of my control.
Sorry Z-dude.
Hello Zara, it's your dad.
I had lot's of fun, reading the news about your tripp.Hoppe you are well, despite some troubels with food and drink.
Please enjoy every hour you stay in the US.
Best wishes, and by,by.
Dear Zara's Dad,
We promise not to scar your son physically and/or mentally. He will be returned more or less in working fashion, and hopefully not to corrupted nor disillusioned by our hedonistic and self-centered lifestyle.
Sincerely,
The United States
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