London Heathrow, always an exciting journey – usually involving the guessing of whether the M25 is to play nicely or not.

The 7 hour flight was entertaining, with a constant nagging and borderline anxiety / breakdown during take off and landing, as well as each time the plane tilted or the seatbelt sign appeared, it went by quite fast.

By bonding with a senior American who was sitting next to us, we both shared the almost constant freaking out and fidgeting, along with a brief life-story.

Once arrived, we power-walked the flat escalators, Sus sweating and burping and then experienced a shuttle bus and the arrogance of NYC’s taxi / bus drivers. I understand that they must work with tourists 24/7, but we don’t need to be tarnished with the same brush.

A 26 block walk with our bags (luckily it had wheels) and Chelsea Hostel was our destination and accommodation for our four nights in NYC. For me, this was my first experience of something that didn’t have any stars…. *snob* But, yeah. I’ve never needed to find cheap / low-cost accommodation!

Chelsea Hostel is great to be completely honest. At 65$ per person per night, it was a little expensive – but not a bad location at all. Located on 20th street on 7th Avenue, so just 20 or so blocks from Times Square… Breakfast included too!

The hostel is located opposite a Police precinct, so you’ll be able to hear noise throughout the night, but that’s what New York is meant to be, isn’t it? The city that doesn’t sleep (read: shut up). The sirens seemed to be entertaining for Sus, who invented a dance to each siren variation…. classy.

Times Square was the main hot-spot for tonight. The lights, the hustle, the bustle, the etc…