little tara

Sunday 29th April – Our last morning in Philadelphia and thus, our last breakfast at the Thomas Bond House – cantaloupe with raspberry sauce, egg souffle, sausages, home-made muffin bread, a salad with dill mayonnaise, and the usual choice of sweetbreads (I went for the orange and poppyseed). Considering that my breakfast at home usually only stretches as far as a boiled egg and a single piece of toast, this is a big deal! I’m not sure how long I can keep up this rate of consumption without actually making myself sick…!

We finished breakfast and then had a little bit of time to kill before we had to leave, so we just took our time in our room, packing up and sorting things out. At around 10:45 we said goodbye to the lovely staff and went out onto the kerb to wait for a taxi, and within about 30 seconds one had rolled up. He was gesturing wildly as he pulled in and I thought, “What on earth…? Is he okay?!?” It was a few seconds later that I realised his radio was blasting, playing Diana Ross’ “You Can’t Hurry Love’ at full volume, and he was just singing along! This is definitely the kind of guy I could like, I thought. We chatted on the way to the Greyhound station; we talked about good radio stations, how people in Philadelphia can’t seem to stop honking their car horns (“These people here, they live on they damn horns!!!”), how singers like Diana Ross don’t have to work as hard as they like people to think… actually, I made a jokey comment about how I sing in the shower and I find it pretty easy, but I don’t get paid for it, and he cheekily said, “If you sing in the shower, and the shower get cold, he tellin’ you to get out!” and then he laughed a hearty laugh.

We arrived at the Greyhound station and were almost sad to get out of the cab! Still, off we went, and before we knew it we had checked in and were waiting for our bus to New York City. It was a totally uneventful journey. After nearly a week of running around Washington and Philadelphia, I was totally pooped, and I slept soundly the whole way. I remember opening my bleary eyes and seeing a corner of the Chrysler Building and thinking, “Oooh, we’re here,” and then dropping off again until we hit the Port Authority Bus Terminal!

I would like to digress a little bit here to tell you how I feel about New York. I’ve visited this city a number of times, and each time I’ve just added to the list of things that I’d still like to do and see. I always felt that I would really like more time to slow down and just see New York from more of a local perspective (if that’s possible, for a non-local!). I feel very passionately about this city; I know it’s such a cliche, but I love it. It has a certain energy, a feeling of movement; you can stroll from only one street to another and find yourself in a totally different neighbourhood with a totally different flavour. I want to fully explore as much as I can while I’m still of an age (and while I still have enough freedom, financially and responsibility-wise) to be able to enjoy it. For this reason, I have put aside just under two months to spend here. I sense that New York could be quite a lonely place to live as an outsider, but I think that for two months I’ll be able to keep myself entertained, and I’m sure I’ll meet people through swing dance or other random avenues. Charlie leaves in two days, and then I’ll be on my own until June 10th, when my friend Cameron arrives. I can’t wait to start this part of the adventure – it’s been a long time in the planning!

Arriving at the Port Authority Bus Terminal was a little bit like coming home. After spending a month or two travelling through totally unfamiliar cities, I was finally in a place where I could navigate and find my way around without having to think too much. Phew!

The first thing I saw at the bus station was a mother and her ridiculously cute little girl; they were waiting for someone to meet them and the toddler was playing with her mother’s phone. Sensing an opportunity to teach her daughter some phone etiquette, the following conversation occurred:

Mother: Okay baby, say ‘hello’!

Daughter: Hewwo!

Mother: Now say, ‘hello Daddy’!

Daughter: Hewwo Daddy!

Mother: Now say… ‘AlrightAlrightAlriiiiiight!!!’

Both myself and the luggage handler nearby snorted with laughter as we caught a glimpse of the confused little face staring up at her mother!

Our first mission was to find Victoria, who was to be our host for the next couple of nights. We booked our room through AirBnB, which is a handy service that allows people to book rooms with people in their homes, or to rent out whole apartments from private owners. The system seems to work really well, and so far my (limited) experience has been very positive! Charlie and I had booked two nights and Victoria had kindly offered to come and meet us at the bus terminal to show us the way.

Victoria and her husband Richard, both artists, are the owners of a historic ferry boat called The Yankee, which started life as a pleasure tour boat for rich New Yorkers, and was then refitted and turned into an Ellis Island Ferry, transporting steerage passengers between Ellis Island and their lives in the New World. After that fascinating stint, The Yankee was enlisted for different purposes during World War One and World War Two. Quite the history for one boat. Victoria and Richard acquired it and have fixed it up and decorated it beautifully; it is now docked in Hoboken, New Jersey, overlooking the Hudson River and the Manhattan skyline. As soon as I read about it, I knew that I wanted to visit, and luckily Charlie had been of the same mind!

We had arranged to meet Victoria at a bakery and it took us a little bit to find it, but we got there in the end. Victoria had told me that she was easy to find, thanks to her multicoloured hair; she was indeed correct. My first impression of her can be summed up easily: she was stunning. I walked into the bakery and there she was, a vision of awesomeness: a wonderful shock of multicoloured hair, tied up with tartan ribbons; a tartan skirt; long stripey socks; a button-up shirt under a military-style khaki jacket, and, last but not least, a pair of rollerblades, on which she was zipping around while surveying the bread on offer. In many ways, it reminded me of my wardrobe from when I was a bit younger, which was a wild and multi-coloured affair full of tie-dye, patchwork and tartan; seeing her dressed like that made me want all my old clothes back!

As it turns out, she was just as friendly and lovely as she looked; the three of us chatted all the way to Hoboken about this and that, and the journey was surprisingly easy – the bus left directly from the Port Authority and, thanks to the Lincoln Tunnel, was in Hoboken in about 15 minutes. We got off the bus and made the short walk out to the waterfront, which has obviously been through a whole bunch of ‘urban regeneration’ programmes. Old warehouses and woolstores converted into red brick apartment blocks – you know the look. The ‘boardwalk’ area had apparently just been rebuilt because a while back it had just fallen – ker-plunk – about 6 feet down! So, it was all very shiny and neat. On the whole, though, even though it was more manicured than I expected, it was quite beautiful, and there was enough greenery to keep the peace. And the view….! Oh, the view. The whole of Manhattan laid out before you, shining in the sun. Nothing quite like it. I was quite dazzled.

We approached the Yankee through a small dog park and along the pier, and we met three young men coming in the opposite direction. Victoria introduced one of them as Jacques, who lived on the boat with them, and turning to greet him I found myself dazzled all over again. Peeping out from underneath a woolen beanie was a pair of stunning eyes and a face that had no business being that handsome. Did I giggle like a schoolgirl and twirl my hair? No, thankfully. I think I managed to maintain my British composure… phew! 😉

The boys went on their merry way and we entered the Yankee via a gangplank, whereafter we were mobbed by a pair of sweet wire-haired daschunds, one a miniature called Pinky and the other an 18-year-old gentleman called Mr Brown. I am so enjoying having so many dogs around on this trip! We had time for a quick gander around the boat before running off to explore New York at Victoria’s behest. First impressions of the boat? Ah. Sigh. Cosy, warm, colourful and homely for the main living areas, filled with comfy armchairs and hand-made cushion covers and furniture. Outdoors, five chickens cluck and shuffle with utter contentedness. The upper deck, where Charlie was sleeping, had wooden floors and was lined with passenger benches, with a wood-fire stove at the heart of it. Just delightful.

Anyway, without much further ado, and with the promise of a boat tour later, Victoria walked us to the city-bound bus stop, even running ahead of us at one point when she thought the bus might be pulling up. We passed a local museum which I must investigate at some point in the future! Before we knew it, Charlie and I were back in the heart of Manhattan.

The unrivalled magic of a Fat Witch Brownie,
New York, April 2012

A short subway ride later, and we were at one of my favourite places in New York: The Chelsea Market. A veritable cornucopia of tasty food, this is my go-to stop for a good lunch. It was absolutely packed; lots of The Beautiful People out for a Sunday afternoon snack and stroll. The Chelsea Market used to be a Nabisco biscuit factory and lay in disuse for a while before some genius came along and decided to redevelop it into a trendy food emporium. Now it is filled with small specialty stores in a sort of urban-retro-steampunk (!) setting. There’s Eleni’s, a place that only makes decadent iced cupcakes and cookies; then Fat Witch, which specialises in the best brownies you’ll ever eat (unless you try mine, of course!), Amy’s Breads, Ronnybrook Dairy, People’s Pops, who make gourmet ice lollies… everything looks amazing. I was like a kid on Christmas morning; I could barely believe I was back in New York, and it lent an air of the surreal to the whole experience for me. I wandered in a bit of a daze, trying to take in the fact that it had been five years since I was last here, and it basically seemed the same.

For lunch, I decided to go for my favourites; I went straight to Amy’s Breads and bought their amazing semolina, raisin and fennel bread (a party for the tastebuds!), and then crossed the corridor to Hale & Hearty Soups (a chain, but a good one, and the soups are made on the premises) where I chose a Curry Shrimp and Roasted Corn Bisque – be still my heart. Charlie grabbed a sandwich from the soup place, and we commandeered a table nearby to feast upon our goodies. The soup was incredible; the bread was just as good as I remembered it. To round off the party, we rolled into Fat Witch and bought a couple of their unwrapped brownies (which are half price, if you come at the right time of day). I had a milk chocolate chip one, and Charlie went for the double chocolate, both of which were supreme. Sighing happily and licking our fingers of the last brownie crumbs, we decided to go for a bit of a walk and explore Greenwich Village, aka the West Village.

Classic fire escapes,
New York, April 2012

We started by walking east along 14th Street, and when we spotted a sign that said ‘Young Designers Market’ we detoured and went inside. There were clothes and there was jewelry, but the thing that caught my eye was the stall selling feathered headbands – just perfect for swing dancing and general dress-ups! I dithered over a few of them and ended up with a red one, a green one and a brown one. I was in love! I later spotted a bunch of stalls along 5th Avenue selling feathered headbands, but to be honest most of them looked flourescent and a bit tatty – and they were slightly more expensive – so I’m happy that I bought mine when I did. I guess they must be quite popular in New York now, which would normally steer me away from wearing them, but they just look so good. Now I just need to start wearing fancy dresses every day so I can wear the headbands with them! 🙂

We continued our walk and started heading downtown along 7th Avenue, into the West Village, where the orderly street grid system disintegrates and it turns into a series of diagonals and lanes, some lined with beautiful townhouses (would they be considered brownstones? I think so) and tucked-away businesses and boutiques. We stopped in an overpriced trendy gadget shop and gawked at the designer cookware. A shop attendant said a bright, “Thank you!” to a customer who was leaving, and then blew a giant farty raspberry when the customer ignored him. I definitely felt that the assistant was somebody I could have a lot in common with…! Manners cost nothing, buster!

We wound our way through the streets, taking detours through whatever looked interesting, but generally sticking to 7th Avenue, Bleecker Street and Houston (pronounced ‘How-ston’, not ‘Hew-ston’, in New York). I collected business cards from any restaurants or cafes that I thought I might like to visit later, and we poked in more than a few shopfronts. We stopped to watch a game of street hockey (on rollerblades!), and Charlie was in awe of a basketball game being played by a bunch of local kids in a caged square. Welcome to New York!

Times Square,
New York, April 2012

When we’d finished our little circuit, we ended up back at 14th Street and caught the subway up to Times Square, emerging in the chaos just as the sun started to set. Times Square is positively insane. Even at night, the bright lights make it seem almost like daylight, and the sheer volume of human traffic is immense. It’s a throbbing, pulsating human centre and you have to have your wits about you or you risk being collected by the swarm and pulled in a direction you’d never planned to go in! The billboards and neon threaten to overwhelm you almost as much as the people. They scream, “BUY BUY BUY!” and the constantly-changing ticker-tape messages just keep on runnin’. Perversely, I quite like it. I hate advertising and all that rubbish, but there’s definitely a frenetic energy going on that is quite captivating, and I’m not yet so cynical that I can’t get swept up in the excitement of it all! We went for a lengthy walk around. I could sense that it was Charlie’s turn to be dazzled; even after seeing two large cities like Washington DC and Philadelphia, Times Square can still be like a smack in the face with a wet fish. I was happy to be seeing it through his eyes, remembering what it was like the first time I came.

Scattered around the square were a bunch of people in costume, much like Fremont Street in Las Vegas. We spotted Mickey Mouse, Elmo (cunningy hanging around right outside the Toys’R’Us to catch the kiddies as they went in or out), Iron Man, Hello Kitty and the Statue of Liberty, among others. Charlie had a veritable shoegasm at a number of sports stores… he’s quite the collector and all of these limited-edition shoes had him in a bit of a tizz! I was just happy to toddle along and keep him company; it was refreshing to be in the company of a guy who was distracted by shoes (and sexy cars, which he frequently salivated over in the street) rather than the chests and/or bums of random women walking past!

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
Times Square, New York, April 2012

From Times Square, we went upwards and east, where we passed by Radio City Music Hall, home of The Rockettes, and a number of tempting smells from street vendors before making it to the Rockefeller Centre. We considered visiting the Top of the Rock (an observation deck with apparently spectacular views over Central Park), but the monumental queues deterred us; I’ll have to do it another day, preferably when I won’t be wasting 3 hours of my time in a queue! We went around to the front of the Rockefeller Centre and admired the bronze statue of Prometheus (overlooking the space that becomes the famous ice rink during the winter) before walking out to Fifth Avenue where, it being Sunday night, things were fairly quiet. It was getting pretty late by this time and, mindful of our journey back to Hoboken yet to come, we decided just to stop at the first place we came across for food – and that turned out to be TGI Friday’s…! Sigh. All the food of New York, and we ended up at a TGI Friday’s! Still, I’ve visited TGI’s in Cairo, Prague and Southampton (!) so I figured I might as well give one a try in America. And on Fifth Avenue of all places! Both of us ordered a Kansas City BBQ Burger (which came with bacon, cheese and onion rings) and, when we were finished, decided that we should walk back to the Port Authority Bus Terminal for a bit more exercise… I’m pretty sure that even with all the walking we’d done, we hadn’t done enough to compensate for the ridiculous size of that burger!

Charlie had been charged with a mission to find a packet of Twinkies while in America, and so far our search had borne no fruit – has Hostess gone out of business? Anyway, in a random Duane Reade (New York’s ubiquitous chemist/general store), I spotted a packet of caramel Tim Tams – Australia’s national biscuit of choice! What on earth…? That was the last thing I expected to find in a Times Square Duane Reade!

We arrived at the Port Authority with 5 minutes to the next bus; we bought our tickets and raced upstairs and just scraped in! We were back in Hoboken within 20 minutes and we came out onto the waterfront with a collective sigh; the view that had been spectacular during the day was doubly so at night. It was a very clear evening, so the city shone like sparkling jewels on the other side of the water, crisp and clear. The Yankee was lit up with fairy lights and we were once again so pleased that we had chosen this as our temporary home. It was about 11pm by this time, so we crept in hoping not to disturb anyone – but as it turns out everyone was up anyway. Victoria gave us the tour of the boat, showing us all the different rooms and cabins, from the cargo deck to the crew quarters (now almost a little apartment in its own right) to the cabin boy’s room (complete with a beautiful angled writing desk) and the main dining area, which came complete with a grand piano and a suspended dining table, which could be hoisted to the ceiling to make more room.

The passenger deck was lined with benches and later on in our visit, when nobody was looking, I took a little time to sit quietly on a bench and tried to put myself in the place of a newly-arrived immigrant making the journey from Ellis Island on this very ferry. How would they have felt? It must have been terrifying and exciting all at the same time, arriving in the New World and, in many cases, being given a new name and a new identity. I’ve moved countries many times now, but the advent of the internet has made the world seem a lot smaller and nothing seems very permanent. For these people, it would have meant an almost total separation from their old lives and families – forever. What a choice to make. To be able to sit on this ferry and just taste a little of that history: amazing.

Anyway, our tour continued of the boat, which was much larger than I had anticipated, and full of enticing nooks and crannies. We went up to the top deck where we once again encountered Jacques, who was brushing his teeth before bed, and we got to meet YM, another full-time Yankee inhabitant. The two of them share a small but friendly common area, and YM’s room was compact but very inviting – her elevated bunk had storage space underneath, and a nice big desk took centre stage. It’s the kind of place I dreamed about living in when I was a student (and, in fact, was lucky enough to find in my second year of university – but of course not on a boat!). Jacques slept in the wheelhouse, which I guess must have had one of the most kickass views in New Jersey.

After our tour was over, Charlie retired to the passenger deck and I took my place in my room, lulled to sleep by the almost imperceptible rocking of the Yankee; and there ended our first day in New York.

Thanks for stopping by,

Tara.

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