Yesterday I thought it might be a good Idea to have a wonder down to Wall Street to see what all the hoo-haa is about.

Wall St is located in the far south of Manhattan Island. The hostel we are staying is on 103rd St which is around the north west of Central Park, between the two is about 6 miles of Broadway.

It was so interesting walking from one end to the other watching how the character of the street (and colour of skin) changed as we got further south. I really enjoyed all the little parks the city has, they are are great for people watching.

It took about 4 hours to get down to Wall St, the place was teeming with media vans, police and people from Fox News with balloons saying “We own this story” eh? Anyway, the police had the whole thing barricaded off, so we couldn’t get any where near.

Manhattan From the Ferry

Lisa suggested we take the Staten Island ferry. It’s free and it sails past the Statue of Liberty on the way out, which I wasn’t too bothered about, but the view of Manhattan on the way back is amazing.

Found a falafel bar for supper. It was really nice, we should have more of them in the UK.

Well, I made it past the US immigration people, which was a lot less painful than I thought. it must have only been about 20 minutes from leaving the getting off the flight to walking through the arrivals gate to meet Lisa.

we decided to be cheapskates and use the airtrain and subway to get to the hostel. the ssubway was full of weird and wonderful people, but at no point did I feel like I was in any danger. We asked a guard how to get to 103rd street, but forgot to say that we wanted west not east, so we ended up having a nice little stroll through Central Park.

Just arrived in Central Park

By the time we found the hostel, got checked in and showered, it felt like i’d been awake for a week. We both felt that we should at least make an effort to go out, so we found a little cheap Vietnamese restraunt. We both spent the whole meal glazed over and whishing for our beds.

I’m writing this now on my phone from my bed. it’s 5am and I can’t sleep.

The plan for me today is to head down to Wall street and see if I can see any stock market traders crying.