Just about to board the plane to Tokyo. New York was work hell. Everything was left to the last minute as usual, late nights every night, no time to actually check the city out, but we got away with it in the end!

I got a good few hours to walk around town in my hungoverness and found a Market on one of the avenues, complete with a pickle stall that sold pickled tomatoes and a crazy old man who was mouthing off at all the people who worked on the ethnic food stalls shouting about how they didn’t respect his country and asking them what they did to fight for the country. This would usually upset me and I was concerned for the people he was attacking, but the fact that he made himself look so stupid with his pathetic patriotic attack was actually quite entertaining to watch.

Over and out. Gonna sleep like a sloth now.