The journey to the USA was actually very pleasant. I had prepared so much entertainment it was bizarre: two newspapers, three books, an Ipod and a laptop with 2 seasons of British comedy. I could have spared me the effort, because the plane had a brilliant entertainment system with a LOT of movies and TV shows. 

Getting from the airport to the hostel was another matter, we really felt like confused headless chicken, going back and forth and trying to decide how to get anywhere.

When we got to the hostel (thanks to a smooth talking black guy in a black unlicensed taxi) things went smoother. At least so we thought, but then we had a few problems:

Chris has only one VISA card, and it apparently doesn't work here. And his phone doesn't work here, so he has to use the work phone. Our adapters doesn't work for our laptops. And I swear my Ipod was here a moment ago, but I can't find it! 

I was getting cranky and annoyed, so the only thing to do was get something to eat. We went to 8th avenue, and found a great place with a roof terrace and a view to the busy street.

After burgers and beer, my mood was vastly improved! We got a bunch of Heinekens and went to the hostel. In the lounge downstairs we met a bunch of friendly people, and had a great time. :-) 

We climbed up the fire escape to the roof. It was a bit scary, dark and steep stairs and a loong way down. But once we got up there we got an awesome view of the nearby skyscrapers. And the timing was perfect, the sun was setting just as we got to the roof. We got some nice pictures of the buildings in the sunset, check them out!