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NEW YORK
September 8th 2015

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The sound of police car sirens accompanied by the 'whah-whah-whah' of a fire truck wakes me. Through the window I can see buildings, tall, some with lights shining through the windows, a neon advertisement in the distance, the muffled rumble of traffic.  For a  couple of seconds I wonder where I am. 

We finally got here at 3 am after a delay at Gatwick of over four hours.  We took off at 9 pm having boarded a Boeing 737 - 800 series (it was supposed to be a 'Dreamliner') and learning our flight was to be via Reykjavik.  We weren't told why this alteration to the schedule had taken place though rumour  had it it was something to do with the crew running out of hours and the only way to get us to New York was to change crews in Iceland.  Never mind.  I can say I have been to Iceland now. Even if my only experience of it was through an aircraft window. It was pouring with rain.


We fell in to bed at 4 a.m. and were awake by 10 a.m.  The Novhotel is on Broadway and 52nd Street.  A short walk from Times Square. 

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