No skyscrapers - only pineapples

I think that I'm going to like New York City. It's completely opposite to what I was expecting. On the flight over (where according to the captain we "would not cross even a tiny scrap of land between Sydney and Los Angeles"), I was dreaming about huge, glistening, glass skyscrapers, large boulevards, crowds of people, brightly coloured billboards, posh hotels, lots of theatres and a few dark side-streets containing an assorted mix of assassins, the mafia and dead bodies.

I didn't expect pineapples. Lots of them. I also didn't expect the taxi driver to get us completely lost. I was surprised by the hotel. I should be able to sleep tonight, but my suitcase will have to be my foot-rest or my pillow. I'm in room 'zero' on floor nine. You get there by two elevators that creak.

I went out for dinner. New York City is identical to Manchester. It really is! I couldn't find any sky scrapers. There's a lot of concrete and building sites. It's grey and drizzling. I walked down broadway. I found an open pet shop (at 9pm), lots of pineapple stalls and a MacDonalds. I bought a burger. Then I found a Dunkin' Donuts. I had a 'donut'. Then I bought a pineapple. I'm not sure what to do with it (I have no knife), but I thought that I'd fit in as a local.

The locals are strange. They mumble to themselves rather repetitively. "she can't find out ... she can't find out ...", "I'm a moron ... I'm a moron ...", "I f*** y'all". Realising that eavesdropping on conversations with a huge pineapple under my arm was probably not a great idea, I headed back to the hotel.

I'll look for skyscrapers tomorrow.

Oh ... remind me to go on ... and on .. and on ... about how beautiful the landscape in Western USA looks. It's spectacular!