It's OK to be a tourist in NYC

We stopped by NYC's Visitor Center. It feels like a cross between the Apple Shop and The Fifth Element

810 Seventh Avenue

http://www.nycgo.com/

Bitchin'n'twitchin'

This is a touchscreen map of New York. Just hop anywhere you want, and a bunch of interesting stuff to do comes up in little bubbles, complete with descriptions, and contact details. Amazing stuff.

Reclaim the Streets
Times Square gets pedestrian, complete with deck chairs and mini sofas. Strange to see all these people relaxing in what is usually a mad cacophony of horns and engines and and neon and posters.

Clusterfuck...
Even if you've never been to New York before, it feels like you're coming home because everything is so familiar. And overwhelming. Ah, New York. It's louder than your Mum.

Me, and my travel companions
(I took this picture with my foot, in case you were wondering.)

Hotel 414 - Hell's kitchen

We bunked down in Hell's kitchen at a little boutique hotel called the 414, not bad. Right in the middle of a leafy street, surrounded by steers, queers, and eccentric old dears. This is the life... Just need to find me a lady whistle-pig New Yorker, get myself that green-card.

http://www.414hotel.com/

JFK Airport - New York

After two hour's taxiing around Pittsburgh Intl., our plane finally took off. Landed late at night, but so excited, we headed straight for Starbucks to refuel for an exciting midnight stroll around the lean, mean and preened streets of Hell's Kitchen.

Saying goodbye to the last of the Bunolans

No-one will ever guess I'm a tourist...

Lookin' smooth, flyin' the flag and sippin' a starbucks.
In fact, I was so excited to finally be in the city of my dreams - albeit in a the windowless departure area - that I made like a baby whistle-pig and I wet myself. (Hence a strategically placed coffee cup.)