Thursday, 25th February, Newark: snow way you’re leaving tonight

New York has been a perfect quarantine for us before we head back to the wonderful madness of the UK. I have friends who I love in New York, one of whom gave us her sumptuous flat near Union Square, and we have spent time catching up with old friends, laughing and generally behaving like we have never been away. After 8 months of living with virtually nothing, feeling like I was becoming less materialistic (“All my crap can fit into two small bags. What more could I possibly need when I get home?”), there really is nothing like New York for restoring a rampant consumerism.
After the relative mental difficulty of Buenos Aires, New York has been a breeze. One week here and it feels like nothing has changed, like we never left here to set off on our self-indulgent odyssey.
Except of course that I got a cold the minute we landed.
That’ll happen after returning from 8 months of summer to piles of snow on the pavement. But I have basically been a snot fountain and felt shit for our entire time here. Hey ho.
We’re now in the plane. Sitting here. At the stand. After initial delay, we taxied out to the runway, then just as we got to the front of the queue, the captain came on and said that we had to go back to the stand because there was an issue with the de-icer. Now, an hour and a half later, the snow is inches thick on the wing and gathering at the base of the windows like some cheesy Christmas scene. It’s difficult to make any shapes out beyond the wing. We’re not going anywhere.
(and, indeed, we didn’t. It’s now 24 hours later, we waited in the plane for 3 and a half hours before getting off and waiting another couple of chaotic hours for our bags to be unloaded and to be taken to local hotels. Around 500 weary and confused Virgin and BA stranded passengers. Eventually, after getting on the plane at 9pm, Mike and I put our heads to the pillow at 3.50am. We spent a day at Newark in the hotel and are now above the Atlantic, finally well on our way back to London where my parents will be waiting for us at the airport. Yippee!! I’ve missed a day of seeing friends before we head to Mike’s family party then self inflicted quarantine in a secluded house in the country for 2 weeks, but all in all, it could have been much worse)

New York has been a perfect quarantine for us before we head back to the wonderful madness of the UK. I have friends who I love in New York, one of whom gave us her sumptuous flat near Union Square, and we have spent time catching up with old friends, laughing and generally behaving like we have never been away. After 8 months of living with virtually nothing, feeling like I was becoming less materialistic (“All my crap can fit into two small bags. What more could I possibly need when I get home?”), there really is nothing like New York for restoring a rampant consumerism.

After the relative mental difficulty of Buenos Aires, New York has been a breeze. One week here and it feels like nothing has changed, like we never left here to set off on our self-indulgent odyssey.

Except of course that I got a cold the minute we landed.

Going the Distance - New YorkThat’ll happen after returning from 8 months of summer to piles of snow on the pavement. But I have basically been a snot fountain and felt shit for our entire time here. Hey ho.

We’re now in the plane. Sitting here. At the stand. After initial delay, we taxied out to the runway, then just as we got to the front of the queue, the captain came on and said that we had to go back to the stand because there was an issue with the de-icer. Now, an hour and a half later, the snow is inches thick on the wing and gathering at the base of the windows like some cheesy Christmas scene. It’s difficult to make any shapes out beyond the wing. We’re not going anywhere.

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