This wine shop was next door to our flat entrance. We walked in once and quickly ran out again. It was as bad inside as out and I don't understand why anyone would buy anything there when there are other proper and clean places not far away.
These bins have solar panels and three LED lights, as you can see. I am not sure what they are about. Bin full?
We had a nice brunch in 41st Street before caching the subway. This much
We caught one of the Not Quite Right trains (N,Q,R) to 59th Street and 5th Avenue. Previously our travel had been on older vehicles but this was a much newer, smoother and quieter model. The older subway trains reminded me of older Tube trains, in their roughness and obvious fast acceleration and braking. I wonder why our Australian trains are so quiet and smooth? I don't know why these live displays have never been added to our trains. They were so useful to us in Japan, several years ago now, as was the station name on the platform and with an arrow indicating the name of the next station and the last one. Later, today I noticed at our Melbourne Central Station, the former and following stations are shown on the wall.
Subway trains can be up to 11 carriages long. The hurtle into stations and if you are at the end they enter, you will swear it is a high speed express and not stopping, but stop the mostly do, abruptly.
Unlike the Tube, there is not a universal sign for the Subway. Apparently most signage shows colours, with lamps at night, to indicate something about the subway entrance but even local people don't understand the system.
We arrived just in time to see some Harbour Seal feeding.
And then otter feeding.
I think it was about 11am, not the perfect time to see animals at their most active on a hot day. The bear knew what to do in the heat.
So did the snow leopard.
This fellow popped up for a look before retreating back to the coolness and shade of the rocks.
This was a miniature deer. It busily trotted around.
Tortoises. Mummy, why are the tortoises stacking on top of each other?
I don't know what these blue birds are, or the orangey pink one for that matter.
A lemur doing what it does best in the heat.
But is it art?
Our possums are nocturnal so it was always exciting to see a squirrel out and about during the day.
Was R up for a second attempt to look at Central Park. No, and I agreed, it was too hot. Back into Hades to go back to the flat, but my Metro Card would not release the turnstyle. R went through without a problem. I tried again and as I thought would happen, now insufficient credit. R passed his card through to me but it too had run out of funds. Damn, I will have to put the minimum of $10 on the card and this will he the last trip I will take. Yes, there are the machines to top up. A lad bounded up, $3 man, and I will open the turnstile for you. It is ok, I said, I will put money on my card. But both ticket machines were out of service. I was smelling a rat, but $3 for a $2.75 fare was irresistible to me, even though I had already paid. Lordy it was so hot. As sweat dripped from me, I gave him the $3 and sure enough, he opened the turnstile.
New York's public bicycle scheme seemed very popular, not just judged by this almost empty rack.
We packed our luggage and headed out to the nearby Heartland Brewery for dinner. Our waiter was a gay man of a certain type, that is obvious, slightly flirtatious, very chatty and helpful. As we paid the bill, he presented us with two shot glasses with the name of the venue on them. It was a nice last moment (an maybe the time R's card was scammed?).
We returned to our flat for a final shower and last minute packing. Ahead of us was a fifteen hour flight, a five hour lay up in Hong Kong and another nine hour flight. Our departure airport was Newark in New Jersey. I had heard of a special new train service but it turned out to only be a train linking the terminals at Newark. To get there by rail it would be a walk or subway to Penn Station pulling suitcases, a train to Newark and then probably the afore mentioned new connecting service. I discovered there was a bus from the Port Authority, express to Newark for US$17, naturally more once tax was added. It all worked really well.
Look at her. She stopped in the middle of the street, opened up the back to get stuff out, oblivious to horn blasts around her.
Air Canada was great, with its rigidly enforced cabin baggage limit on quantity and size. Not so Cathay Pacific. Look what this woman has as carry on. A monster back pack, a huge case, two handbags and in her left hand, about three shopping bags. It is a disgrace that this is allowed and others are inconvenienced.
I must have been in Hong Kong when I took this. I doubt I really knew where I was but we knew enough to check out the duty free and subsequently I have learnt that the transit are of HK airport is not secure and so Australia says we cannot bring liquids back here and they will be confiscated at the second security check just before you board where everyone's hand luggage was opened. We were told at the duty free shop, but this doesn't always happen and people in some airports with insecure areas lose their duty free.