| We arrived in the late afternoon, checked our luggage in a locker, and took a bus and an underground to TIME Square where we moved around in a jet-lag trance - I dreamed I was in Tokyo! After a cosy meal in an underground restaurant, we took an expensive train to Larchmont where we stayed the night with friends of Rose's mom. Strange, separate beds and a heat wave . . . |
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Back in NYC, we visited the tour organizers and found that the manager, Mr. Evans, was only 16 years old! Next, ww toured the Bronx |
We first landed on icy cold Gander, then in Chadwick, UK, where we lugged our bags to the train to Victoria. Tried to call Cynthia, but could not reach her so we decided to take boattrain/ferry via Dover to Amsterdam.
| While I went for the tickets, Rose stayed with the luggage. When I joined her she was crying because she could not understand a word of what "that guy" had said to her. And this was England where she thought people would speak English... unlike the Cockney bloke who had just offered to help her with her luggage .... The ferry took from midnight to 5 am and we rented a sleeping chair. The last run was a luxurious train to the Central Station in Amsterdam, whence I called my DAD who arrived 20 minutes later to pick us up - together with my little niece Ronny. A wonderful reunion at home, but Rose went to bed pretty soon after 3 days of voyaging. BLO fecit 20030216 corr. 20030219- COMMENTS ? - next - contents |
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