Waking up in the city that never sleeps

We'll never know if it was the jet lag. I'm up for day and dew. Across the street, McDonald's and Starbucks have never been closed, unlike my eyes. In the basement of our hotel there is a gym and to force the rigidity of the aircraft seat out of my body, sprint, jump, pull and run there my routine for this occasion. If the other half of our company is also among the people, we leave the door for a walk of 15 kilometers. First a cup of comfort at the aforementioned coffee eut and looking for breakfast on the way. Herald Square is around the corner and we shoot Macy's in there. Unfortunately, the line to take a picture with Santa is a long time and we choose eggs for our money. Poached in my case, from Maison Kayser - between Bryant Park and Times Square. Crossing is a sport, traffic is usually one-way, the pedestrian traffic lights count the seconds you have to reach the pavement neatly visibly. Waiting when it's red, we'll be lost after three blocks. There's way too much to amaze you about and enough to be amazed at. Not least the climate. Even though Christmas runs, the sky is sky blue and the temperature is fresh but certainly not too much. The insane skyscrapers, breathtaking avenues, numerous eateries and gloomy neon commercials leave an indelible impression. The realisation that we are allowed to experience this metropolis is almost unreal and just like in the film. Enough Dutch artists quoted now, back to the blue eyes from the title of this writing. Our tramp shoes desire wanderings - and so it happened...

An ice fountain at Bryant Park. This contrasts sharply with all the commotion surrounding global warming. The pegels are a splendor for the stalls that have been set up especially for this period. Behind a real ice rink (more about later) and in complete shops of Sinkel with for elck some wilsch like waffles and dinges. After we have a little bit of sex here, we're heading for Times Square. This beacon has an inversely proportional effect as Madurodam. Wanting to see everything with only two eyes is an optical disillusion. Commerce screams and not just from the rooftops. Tourists tumble over each other, photographing themselves lens and positioning themselves for the perfect picture though not original. This is again gratefully made use of by cleedy jokers. We wanted to take a picture with Cookie Monster. We still expect to find the Statue of Liberty and nothing as changeable as a transformer. For this holiday we bought a polaroid camera and Batman himself wanted to immortalize us with his friends. After laughing at the bird, ten dollars were allowed to be ticked because of greed. The fact that the snapshot was not fully developed is extra acidic, but should not spoil the fun.

From the hectic of hellfire to the coolness of a church. The Church of Saint Mary the Virgin is a relief. We burn a candle in memory of those who have lost us, go into prayer and marvel at pious ornaments, redeeming forms and phlegmatic festivities. Nothing wrong with this oasis of peace in midtown Manhattan, but we'll move on. We'll come back here again, even though we didn't know that back then.

The planned hike would count a total of 25 stops, but for unclear reasons I get the story of - Balto. - Yeah (see header photo) to - and in - my ears. During the 'Great Race of Mercy' in 1925, this illustrious sled dog took care of the transport of relief goods in Alaska. In honor of this dog heroic act, - Balto. - Yeah was immortalized as a statue and now we had to look for this pedestal in Central Park. Saillant detail is that thanks to the sculptor in question (Roth), the collar of Togo is chiseled.

First, the famous ice rink, the plateau of stone cell, the pavilion where chess is done. A huge piece of nature, complete with flora and fauna in the form of grassy soils, quirky squirrels and enchanting trees. Hikers, joggers, musicians, young and old meet or meet themselves in this unprecedented public ornament of the city. We wander along the zoo, up the paths and avenues, in order to find the immediate vicinity of our hoped four-legged friend with the help of a park guide.