A Ring of Beauty

You would think that Xav and I would stop taking holidays after our big trip to Paris and New York. Well..........think again!! It's like we never learn to sit still and smell the roses! Actually we are smelling the roses, only in different countries and places :D. Anyway, about two weeks after we returned from the Big Apple, Xav and I booked a 3-day 2-night weekend to an atoll called Fakarava.

No, not an island. An atoll. There is a difference.

An atoll is a coral reef formation that surrounds an oceanic island that has subsided into the ocean. It's most typically found in tropical oceans like the Pacific Ocean (that's where we are!!). And the oceanic islands in this case are actually extinct volcanoes. Simply put, corals grow around the fringes of the extinct volcano. As these corals grow upwards, the volcano sinks or subsides into the ocean, creating a lagoon in the center of the ring of coral reef. If you have a hard time imagining this, just see it as a thin doughnut – the hole in the center represents the lagoon while the dough indicates a flat land. This is what Fakarava is.

Fakarava is situated in the Tuamotus Archipelago, northwest of Society Archipelago (where Tahiti is). An hour's flight from Tahiti, Fakarava is the second most beautiful (and recommended) atoll in its archipelago, the first being Rangiroa and third Tikehau, both of which are nearby as well. We were anxiously looking at the weather reports the week we were set to leave for Fakarava. The reports remained cloudy and windy and we were afraid that our bad luck with the rain would follow us to this atoll.

We spied thick white clouds floating above the Tuamotus. The density of these clouds blocked our view of most of the atolls. As we strained our neck and head all over the small rectangular plane window (even pressing our ear to the side for hope of a better view), the clouds cleared enough for us to take this wonderful shot of Toau Atoll, which is right next to Fakarava. Just looking at this raised an amazing sense of wonder at the world's hidden treasures to which we have never been privy before. You think: how much more I have neither seen nor experienced!

Fakarava Airport is just a tarmac runway and a small covered area resembling a single-storey bungalow. Any sort of airport security is non-existent and it brings home to us the peace and tranquility the people here live with. The people who were supposed to pick us up thought we were arriving the following day, so we bumped a ride with a friendly neighbour of theirs. Something we learnt in Fakarava: the community is so small (200+ people) that everyone knows each other! So we climbed aboard the back of a small pickup truck, along with the driver's family members (wife and kids). The wife became our unofficial tour guide and told us about each place we passed by. We didn't see many cars (if any) coming from the opposite direction or following behind us. This would be heaven for all those illegal motor racers in KL!

We finally arrived at the Pension Paparara and were greeted with the standard cheek kisses and flower garlands so typical of Polynesian culture. We were led immediately to our pension, something I can only translate as a little cabin. Xav and I were just thrilled with ours!

It was made completely out of wood and weaved dried coconut leaves. The floor was strewn with dried up corals, so sandals are mandatory, unless you feel like a free Chinese foot reflexology session :D. We had everything we needed – a big bed with mosquito net, a large desk, a triangular 4-tier wall shelf and a mirror with a wooden platform below it to hold all our esthetic products. Plus, a little back door led to our very own terrace with a table, two chairs and footstools AND......a view of the lagoon before us. Mind you, every single thing in this cabin is handmade as far as we could see. The mirror had shells glued all around it, the windows were raised open by strong ropes tied to tree branches, the wastepaper basket weaved out of coconut leaves, everything. We felt surrounded by Mother Nature in its purest form.

We spent out first afternoon in Fakarava swimming in the lagoon. We walked further up from our pension to more sandy beaches. In spite of the beautiful environment in our own place, there was not much of a sandy beach to lie on. Xav and I spent about 45 minutes just swimming with the various fishes in the lagoon. Then we rested on the sand with our books for another hour or so. We walked back to our pension as the sun was setting. That was when we discovered another surprise: our little terrace was facing west, so we got to enjoy the sunset every evening!

Dinner was served by the bell. The pension owners ring a big bell when it's time for dinner, and all the guest eat together at one big table. The table is already set when you get there, so you can't very well move your plate elsewhere. It was fun because we got to know the other guests too. Two were from UNESCO. Their job was to look for the most beautiful spot in Fakarava and film it live via satellite to an exhibition in Paris called 'Nuit blanche' (white night). Another pair were French retirees who were traveling through French Polynesia for a holiday. We exchanged entertaining stories throughout dinner. It was splendid.

Day two in Fakarava saw us rising early to catch the sunrise on the other side of the pension. This place was the outer side of the atoll, hence it was facing the open sea. The waters here were a deep blue shade (unlike the lighter green of shallower waters) and waves crashed violently against the reef. The landscape here was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. It looked like it was from out of space with all the eroded rocks, broken seashells and dried corals everywhere – not a pleasant sight. Yet some plants thrived from this soil, lending some colour to its otherwise somber surroundings.

After breakfast, we followed a group from another hotel on a day snorkelling trip. Everyone on this boat were foreigners – a couple from Italy, honeymooners from California and a family from Belgium. Our guide, Joaquim, is bilingual, and he answered a lot of questions about the atoll and where we were going, which was a village called Tetamanu, in the southern tip of Fakarava. Apparently, the depth of the lagoon in the atoll is about 40 metres at its maximum point, but right outside the coral reef ring, the depth dips immediately to a startling 500 metres! Coupled with the crashing waves, this is definitely not somewhere you should even get your feet wet.

The boat ride took almost two hours and since it was an open motorboat, we were pretty red by the time we arrived (despite the sunblock!). Our welcoming party at the little deck comprised of a huge Napoleon fish which the villagers lovingly named 'JoJo' and several black-tipped reef sharks swimming calmly around it. They were a sight to behold. At the deck, a fellow fisherman was cleaning the catch for the day, throwing fresh morsels out to the sharks, JoJo, a dog and a cat. Looks like the whole family was there!! :D

Joaquim gave us a tour of the village (which didn't take long). Tetamanu Village is as primitive as you can get, with wooden houses, coconut leaf walls and zinc roofs. The houses were nestled in between glorious heights of coconut trees while the land between each house was lined with palm trees. Winds blew a wicked strength here and if you raised your eyes to the sky, you would see coconut trees swaying almost dangerously with their heavy burden of near-ripe coconuts. People seemed insignificant in the presence of such a rich natural environment.

Despite its initial primitive impression, we were astounded to find a telecommunication center powered by solar energy smack in the middle of all this greenery! We were taken to a church as well, the only brick building in the village. The fact that it's a brick building and beautifully adorned with seashell decorations tells us how seriously Polynesians take religion. A short walk past the church, and we found ourselves facing the Southern Pass, the place where the atoll ring opens to give entry to the ocean. There are two passes, Northern and Southern, both of which have menacingly powerful currents, but are nevertheless, popular spots for dive enthusiasts.

After the brief tour of Tetamanu Village, Joaquim and Matthias (the boat captain), took us to the snorkelling spot. This was truly a waste since we didn't see many fishes. It was dark blue, deep and terribly scary. There were strong currents here, so strong that we had to hold on to a rope extended from the boat! Needless to say, we didn't stay long here. The next spot was a place called 'La Plage du Sable Rose' (Rose Sand Beach).

This little motu (islet) looked like a scene from 'Survivor' – wild and completely savage. The sandy beach was indeed rose in colour. We realized why later – some of the corals are pink in shade and as they dry up through time and wind erosion, their pink colour rubs off on the sand. We anchored in knee-deep waters and stepped carefully around the thousands of black sea cucumbers sunning on the sandy bottom. Joaquim and Matthias had brought some side dish for lunch and left us for about two hours to go fishing for our main course.

When they returned, they brought about 7 or 8 nason fish – these have long, pointed snouts. Matthias built a fire and prepared the barbeque while Joaquim made the typical Polynesian dish – poisson cru (raw fish). Poisson cru is raw fish meat marinated in lime, salt and pepper. You can normally add other things to it, like diced onions and cucumbers as well. When the barbeque was ready, Matthias placed the nason fish onto the zinc 'cooking platform'. While waiting for it to cook, Matthias made a 'table' and 'serving platters' out of coconut leaves. Later, he took the barbequed fish to the shore and cleaned off the burnt skin in the beach water. Then, he laid out the fish onto the coconut-leaf platter and placed this on the 'table', along with the poisson cru, wines and couscous.

Just being there and watching all this happening before my eyes made me feel like we were all going back to basics when it comes to living in the wild. And I thought of how unprepared the more modern people are for this. If stranded on an island, would we be able to do all that Joaquim and Matthias have done? It reminded me of the three most basic human needs for survival – air, water and food. In an isolated place like this, knowing how to send an SMS is a useless skill against the more necessary talents like fishing, building a fire, building shelter. Some food for thought.

We left the rose beach after a couple of hours – such delectable lunch must be followed by an equally delicious siesta! We dropped by Tetamanu Village again just to do some snorkelling with JoJo. We actually got to touch her. We also saw a demonstration of the powerful jaws of, well, mini-Jaws :D. Joaquim hung a few big fish heads on a string and let them hang from an anchor. Several black-tipped reef sharks circled this offering languidly while the smaller fishes nibbled quickly, as though sensing that their opportunity with the fish heads is about to run out. True enough, one shark ripped the fish heads violently from its string (after a few tries) and disappeared into the corals of the lagoon. It was beautiful yet unsettling to watch.

The ride back to Pension Paparara was lighter. We all started speaking to each other since lunch, so we chatted a little bit more, but it was clear that everyone was just dead tired from the day out. Xav and I arrived at our cabin just before sunset. After dinner that night, we spent a couple of minutes reading before falling into deep sleep.

Our flight was in the evening on the third day, so we practically had a whole day to ourselves. Xav and I decided to rent bicycles and do a tour to the Northern Pass. The sun beat down on our heads and blinded our eyes, in spite of our sunglasses. We dipped our t-shirts into fresh cold water and wore it on our swimming suits. The t-shirts dried within the hour. The ride was not so tough actually, since the road is very flat. The Northern Pass is past the airport, and the road from here on in is filled with gravel and loose stones. We stopped a few times on the way, to take photos and trying to do justice to the scenery surrounding us.

It was two hours later by the time we arrived at the Northern Pass. The waves here were huge and we spotted some guys bodyboarding. It's truly dangerous since the currents are strong and the waves crash onto the corals. If the guys were not careful, they might get flung onto the corals as well. We didn't stay long here since there wasn't much we could do – no way was I swimming in these waters! Earlier, we had spotted a hidden beach just before the Northern Pass, so we headed there for a rest.

The stretch of beach had soft and fine rose sand. A lot of coconut trees lined the entire stretch, swaying in the cool winds. This is the type of place we all see on postcards of Polynesia – sandy beaches with low, overhanging coconut trees leaning from the side right out onto the sparkling waters. Xav decided to play Robinson Crusoe and drain juice out of a coconut. He found a pointed coral and scratched away diligently at the coconut skin, tearing it away bit by bit. When he reached the hard surface, he drove the pointed coral into it over and over again, until a tiny hole appeared. Minutes later, fresh coconut juice flowed right into our empty bottle. It tasted good.

We stayed awhile on this little private beach of ours. We dozed in the shade of coconut trees and strolled through the clear waters to stand on hard corals with nothing but the expanse of the lagoon before us. It was so quiet you could even hear the fish making tiny leaps out of the water every once in a while. We left rather reluctantly a few hours later. It was lunchtime and we were getting hungry for more than the apples we had brought.

The ride back was arduous. We were hot, getting close to being burnt (Xav left our sunblock behind at the pension) and coming to the end of our water supply. But something kept us going – maybe the thought of fainting in the middle of this quiet, uninhabited place, scared us out of our wits! Whatever it was, we reached the pension a couple of hours later, just in time for a shower and rest before boarding our flight back to Tahiti.

Our Fakarava trip was wonderful. Being surrounded by nature and all its enduring beauty makes us wonder at the war and cruelty that exist in some parts of the world. Here in Polynesia, we are lost to these negative elements; we are basking instead in Mother Nature's myriad of colours and soothing sounds.

Taking a Bite Out of the Big Apple

After our rainy summer in Paris, Xav and I were hoping and praying for better weather in New York City. Online weather reports promised us a week of cloudy days with temperatures hovering between 25°C to 29°C. We looked forward to our one-week discovery of the Big Apple. We left Paris on 28th August afternoon and arrived in JFK Airport at around 2:30pm the same day (crossing the date line, so minus 1 day).

By the time we arrived at our budget hotel on 71st St in Upper West Side Manhattan, it was 6pm and we were damp from the drizzling rain and tired from dragging two luggages and other carry-on bags. The Riverside Studios Hotel didn't look very appealing from the outside, yet the room we'd gotten was perfect – clean, with a double bed, mini-fridge and a fully-functional TV with a super clear reception. Bathrooms were squeaky clean and working – no clogged sinks or toilets. Location-wise, it was a great bargain. Right up the street is Central Park West. The hotel is two blocks away from the subway station and bus stand. There were plenty of shops and restaurants nearby. And it was relatively cheap compared to other budget hotels. We couldn't have asked for more.



Even though Xav and I were tired, we still felt motivated to explore what we could of the night. We took the subway to Times Square. It was dusk and glittering lights began to appear all over the square. We saw huge, multi-coloured ads of all kinds (posters, billboards, LCD displays) perched on buildings and hanging down from poles. The streets were alive with people from all walks of life. Artists, cartoonists and caricaturists lined the sidewalks with their works leaning against several easels. Locals and tourists alike posed, sitting on tiny stools and grinning while their faces were being drawn. There were bars, pubs and restaurants of all kinds – Italian, American, Irish, Indian, Chinese, etc. We were simply energized by the sights, sounds and smells coming from everywhere.

Our first American dinner was a slice of pizza at Pizza Famiglia. Tip 1: Food in NYC is served in gargantuan portions. Yep, believe it or not, practically every meal that Xav and I ordered was too much for us! We either forced it down or left some uneaten. We learnt from this experience though – order one meal and share it. If we're still hungry later, we'll get a side order of fries :D.

Our days in NYC began with the morning weather reports. Tip 2: Always always make time for the weather report! Apparently, a tropical storm called Ernesto was heading towards Florida that week. Thanks to Ernesto, we were hit with cloudy days and some light showers the whole week we were in NYC. Due to the drizzle that first morning, Xav and I decided to pay a visit to the American Museum of Natural History (AMNH), one of our must-see places in NYC.

Tip 3: Have an itinerary. This can sound boring, but unless you want to spend your days lost in the city without actually doing anything, planning what to do is the way to go. Xav and I planned our activities depending on the weather. We spent rainy days in covered areas like museums or historical buildings and sunny days outside in parks or walking the streets of Manhattan. We also had a specific list of must-see places and must-do things.

Since the AMNH was close to our hotel, we took a nice long walk along Central Park that morning. As we stopped at a street corner to have a look at the map, an old man approached us and asked if we were looking for John Lennon. He had a very strong Texan accent and looked rather pink in the face, so we just assumed that he was drunk, although it was only 9am at the time. We replied instead that we were looking for the museum and he pointed us in the right direction. It was only a few days later when we realized what that old man had actually meant.

There is a tribute to John Lennon situated in Central Park. It is a 2.5-acre teardrop-shaped landscape called Strawberry Fields, named after Lennon's song 'Strawberry Fields Forever'. Within this landscape is a mosaic of the song title 'Imagine'. This mosaic was made by Italian craftsmen and brought in from Naples as a gift in honour of the great Beatles member.

The museum was not yet open when we arrived, so we walked to a nearby cafe for a shot of caffeine (I can't survive the morning without one!). Not to be a snob, but having been exposed to French-made coffee, it was difficult to stomach the bland, watery concoction that Americans call coffee. It sloshed convincingly in a thick 12 oz paper cup and I was fooled into taking a sip, only to crunch up my face in distaste soon after. We didn't stay long here.

The AMNH is amazing! I'd recommend it to everyone. There are five floors, covering displays and exhibitions of everything related to our world, from outer space to dinosaurs to modern civilizations. We started with a show entitled 'Cosmic Collisions' at the Hayden Planetarium Space Theater. From there, we moved on to the wonderful museum displays. Instead of displaying fake, man-made animals, the museum had stuffed animals that were once alive. It was not just the animals that seemed real. Background paintings of wildlife sceneries and the prop settings in each display are so realistic you are compelled to feel that these animals were captured in their natural state. Even the water ripples are carefully designed, as though the tiger really was drinking from the little stream.


Of course, the biggest wonder of all for Xav and I was the fourth floor dinosaur displays. These were magnificent sights to behold as we walked down each aisle, trying to read the vast collection of information about every dinosaur. There was even one section which compared dinosaur species against the animals that we have today, with detailed explanations of the similar physical characteristics that still exists across the ages.

We spent the day at the museum, since we could not finish seeing everything (in fact, we still didn't!). Since the rainy weather persisted through the next day, Xav and I visited another must-see place – the Metropolitan Museum of Art (MET). Truth be told, I'd expected more from this museum, but this is probably because I compare it to the Louvre Museum in Paris. We walked through the modern art section, sceptical at these works being called art. Okay, I'm not an artist so I find it hard to find the beauty in certain pieces of modern art. Come on, some on them look like paints thrown onto a canvas! Nevertheless, there was a photography exhibition that was pretty good and the museum does hold some works of famous painters like Monet and Van Gogh.

Surprisingly, the MET also had sections that displayed armoury and weaponry from different civilizations. There was a stunning collection of swords, knives, pistols and rifles and even armoury for horses. The MET showed musical instruments as well and in some displays, you could actually imagine the evolution of the instrument from then until now. There were several single box-displays too, explaining how astrology and time were calculated, showing a complete set of women's jewellery and the various types of chalices that existed centuries ago. Several beautiful frames and designs of religious stained glasses hung all over the museum walls.
Some sections carried carvings of the Virgin Mary and Jesus Christ. There were little tribal statues and puppets from other civilizations on display in another part of the MET. One little statue was of a couple where the man had his arm around his woman. If you look closely in the photo, you can see the the statues are anatomically correct ;D.

We spent the morning here and yet not being able to see everything. I think this is impossible to do in even one full day, so I suppose we'll have to return for a second look in the future ;D.

Aside from visiting the museums, we spent our days in NYC walking the streets of Manhattan. Tip 4: Grab literature. We had our trusty Lonely Planet guidebook, and it contained maps of the neighbourhood and subway routes. When we visited the Grand Central Terminal, we picked up a free weekly city guide (NYC Official City Guide) which had a map for the bus routes. This little book is wonderful, naming restaurants to dine at and flea markets to visit. Another useful magazine to have is called 'Time Out New York'. This is a weekly magazine and is full of information on everything to do, from stand-up comedies to concerts to exhibitions. Thanks to this magazine, Xav and I did a lot of things during the nights – improvisation comedy routine, jazz bars and flea markets. In fact, just thumbing through the magazine, we wished we had more time to do everything listed there! It's amazing how any New Yorker gets anything else done in his or her life, what with all the animations and hosts of activities going on in NYC.

Tip 5: Wear comfortable shoes. Armed with our maps, Xav and I did a lot of walking tours by ourselves. We selected neighbourhoods to explore for the day and were on our way. Towards the end of the week, my Reeboks began to fall apart. I purchased a new pair in SoHo just when the front seams of my old shoes started to tear. We managed to do almost everything – the Financial District, Chinatown, Little Italy, SoHo, TriBeCa, Greenwich Village, East and West Villages, Chelsea, Midtown and Upper Manhattan. We even took a roller coaster ride in Astroland Park, Coney Island. Each area had its own distinct culture, landscape and architecture.



The Financial District towers over you with its many skyscrapers. Here, you are in the shadows of serious-looking financial experts, men and women walking briskly in their power suits carrying fashionable briefcases. You feel time is precious (or rather, time is money). Of course, Xav and I visited Ground Zero. The absence of something grand amidst the surrounding tall buildings can definitely be felt. We saw an exhibition area which highlighted photographs taken during the unfortunate 9/11 incident. There was also a brief introduction and explanation about the construction of 'Freedom Tower', a 1776-foot building to replace the original twin towers at the site.

Xav and I stood amongst strangers and yet I'm certain that we all shared the same sentiments. A hush of contemplation and sadness fell over us as we looked at photos of the 9/11 destruction. Later, Xav and I walked over to St Paul's Chapel nearby. The church was the center of relief efforts for eight months after 9/11. There were several small memorials that held photos of loved ones and nationwide letters of sympathy. Candles were lit for the souls lost on that fateful day.

Like I mentioned above, each neighbourhood has its own unique characteristics. While the Financial District is orderly and imposing, Chinatown's shops are messy, small and crowded together. Chinese dialects of all kinds are shouted over your head and across the streets. You will see the same array of goods that you can find in Petaling Street, KL. Every business name is written in both English and Chinese. Further up the streets, Little Italy brings its own European touch with its classy restaurants and charming atmosphere. You can see the Italian flag flying from many windows and streetlight poles. The green, white and red colours of the flag are displayed everywhere – perhaps the Italians were still celebrating their World Cup win.

The hippest and most colourful neighbourhood that we went to was the East Village. There are colourful murals on several walls of cafes, restaurants, pubs and bars. The shops sell vintage clothes, music records and books. Xav and I did quite a bit of shopping here. He bought some used CDs and I got myself some clothes on summer sale.

We waited for really good weather before visiting other famous buildings like the Empire State Building (ESB) and the Statue of Liberty (SoL). Unfortunately, the weather remained the same, so we cancelled the trip to SoL and tried for the ESB instead. We wanted to take sunset shots so we left for the ESB around 5pm. Fortunately we went early as the queue was incredibly long! Even with quick ticketing service, we had to wait at least an hour before taking the lift to the top. Xav and I didn't go to the highest level (102nd Fl) since it was really expensive and we felt that it wouldn't have made so much of a difference to the view anyway. From the 86th Fl, the views were fantastic, both before sunset and during sunset. Take a look......

In the first half of the week, Xav and I took subways or walked to wherever we wanted to go. Finally, we decided to take buses, just for the sake of experience. Tip 6: Save on Metro Card. Instead of paying US$2 per subway or bus trip in one direction, we bought two 7-day Metro Cards for the price of US$48 (US$24 per person). This card allows us 7 days of unlimited travel on all subways and buses for all directions in NYC. It's really worth it, trust me!

Buses are fun because you get to see everything that you pass by, unlike subways which are all underground. We took the bus to go the United Nations building. We didn't go inside, of course, just snapped some photos outside. Xav is standing by this tied pistol called 'Non-Violence' and this big golden sphere was originally at the World Trade Center and hence, partially destroyed on 9/11.

Our last days in NYC was spent walking down Fifth Avenue. We didn't enter any of the shops, although we did sneak peeks through the windows. We learnt our lesson from our one trip to Barney's New York on the Upper East Side. We'd seen a sale advertisement for Barney's and decided to go over there, thinking we could get ahold of designer clothing at sale prices. Yeah right!! The cheapest item we saw there was a T-shirt for about US$300! And it didn't even look good.

So, Xav and I went to a flea market nearby our hotel. We didn't buy anything here, but we got an eyeful of a lot of nice things. One guy was selling posters from the 60's and 70's at prices starting from US$50. These were really nice posters. Apparently, there was a family who collected these posters from 9 cinemas all over NYC. They kept them in mint condition throughout the years. Some of the better looking posters cost about US$200 to US$300 each. There were also other things more commonly found in most flea markets – flowers, jams, fruits. One Punjabi guy was selling rugs, carpets and wall hangings from India. He didn't want to be in the photo however, but we had a nice chat. He could tell that I was half-Indian, believe that or not! :D

Xav and I accidentally walked into another market (I can't even remember where!) and found that it was just like all the pasar malam we have in Malaysia. There were tons of food everywhere, along with items like clothes, books, fridge magnets, statuettes, etc. People were jammed in like sardines so it felt like we were salmons swimming upstream. We found more old posters here, but these were smaller in size.


There was also a crowd gathered around some breakdance music. Curious, Xav and I went to watch this street performance. We had already seen something like this at Battery Park City. These street performers will rap or dance and then at the end of it, will walk around asking for donations from the crowd. Once, some people walked away right after the 'show' and the guy actually commented out loud, laughing while jokingly begging them to stay. At Times Square, a band played some songs which later turned out to be the band's own way of promoting their new album.

On our very last morning, after checking out of the hotel, Xav and I went to Upper East Side to taste the famous frozen chocolate at Serendipity III. Lonely Planet did not mention this place, but we found out about it in another guidebook (we had to buy a new one because we lost our LP). The evening before, we'd wanted to go there for dessert. The line was right out on the sidewalk! Through the open door, we spied some heads in another line right up to the counter. Beyond the counter, there was another line to the reception. Basically, there were about 50 people just waiting to be seated. And God knows how many more already seated inside, enjoying their dessert. So, Xav and I thought that we could come back early the next morning for a last try before leaving NYC. Lo and behold, when we arrived at 10:30am, there was already a line waiting outside! Serendipity III was only opening at 11:30am that day, so Xav and I had to give up the taste since we were supposed to leave for the airport by then. Maybe next time......

The NYC trip is an unforgettable one. Tip 7: Smile. Not only are the places rich with culture and animation, New Yorkers are very very friendly, chatty people. If you ever want to be alone, then never open a map or guidebook on the streets. Within seconds, a New Yorker will come right up to you and give you detailed directions, name of streets, how the street curves and what landmarks to look for. And if that's not enough, they'll also advise you where to go and what to see. Somewhere in the middle of all this, they'll ask where you're from and how you like it in their city. Xav and I never had the opportunity to learn their names, but we have never felt more welcomed and acknowledged in a city this immense. We felt truly sad to leave but are absolutely certain that we would visit the Big Apple again.