Possibly the weirdest place in the world.

New York is mental. Everywhere you go you recognise things and places and there really is something happening on every corner. Some people are overly friendly and helpful and some people are so rude they wouldn't keep a job for more than 5 minutes anywhere else.

Day 1 was spent travelling via Heathrow (where Slash from Guns'n'Roses hassled my brother for a photo) to New York then after checking in to a very nice hotel on Broadway we proceeded to walk in the wrong direction for almost 20 minutes trying to find a restaurant only to come back to where we started and eat in the Greek restaurant opposite the hotel. As well as getting a plate of meze which resembled an Iceland party pack we were also treated to a performance by the staff who were all obviously having a bad night and keep arguing with each other.



The next few days we wandered round Central Park, took the Staten Island ferry for the view of Liberty Island, went on a couple of open top bus tours, some of which were better than others, and decided that if I was going to move there it would have to be Greenwich Village or SoHo I lived in.

The whole area around Meatpacking - Chelsea - SoHo - Greenwich Village was a lot more manageable, more relaxed and less manic. There also seemed to be a lot going on without it all being in your face and OTT, it was comfortable wandering around taking everything in, and, believe me, we did a hell of a lot of wandering around. We managed to spend hours looking for restaurants or bars only to end up going back to the first one we saw. It was starting to become a joke, 10 blocks in one direction then straight back to the start. Nightmare.