We tried to sleep in the morning after my dehydration in New York City, the big boiling freaking apple. Daniel had set the alarm for every other hour to wake up and check that I was alive. *CUTE I KNOW* Opening my eyes I felt I was experiencing the worst hangover in a very long time. Ugh. But there I was, young and almost well, covered in wet towels and perspiration. That youthful glow didn’t look as glamorous as I would’ve wished though.When the temperature in the flat reached 36 degrees we figured it’d be more damaging to stay inside than going out. So weak but alive we took the train to Williamsburg to meet up with Frida in the park. We bought ice cream on the way and then sat in the grass. She told us about her stay here for the past three months. That lucky bastard had landed the internship of her dreams plus a boyfriend basically two min after landing in her favourite city. No wonder she was bummed over now having to leave because she happened to be born on the wrong geographical location. When the humidity was absolutely unbearable we walked up to the disgustingly gentrified Bedford Ave (no offence), which felt like something from Brits Abroad. Although, we managed to find a sweet little spot that served the best guacamole so far on this trip.It looked like a little tropical bar and the heat made it feel like we were in Costa Rica and not New York City. Just really really wished that I had very wealthy friends with a pool/private beach somewhere. At five it was time to travel up to Harlem where we were meeting a friend of Daniel’s. I’d never been before, and didn’t know what to expect considering it has a rough reputation. But then again I’m also always suspicious to those reps considering the people mostly spreading them are the ones who’ve never been let alone lived there. Like all the people warning me about Hackney, where I’ve lived for the past four years.Josef brought us around all kinds of bars and with five losers all working in tech/advertising we talked about start ups and pale ales. I’m sure we fit right into the gentrification model. It was great though and Harlem had lots to offer. Not sure I’d want to live there, but then again this trip didn’t really make me want to live in NYC at all. I’m too weak hearted and sick to be able to afford it, but being there on holiday is golden.
At midnight we took the subway all the way back to Bushwick. Pretty impressive that I managed to achieve anything like this considering I’m such a fragile little bird.
Here are the previous days of our North American trip:
Day 1 – AP Cafe, Saturday Surf, Soho & Tattoos
Day 2 – A Sunday in New York City
Day 3 – Spicy Village, Williamsburg Bridge & Champs Diner