By the time I landed in New York City, went through customs, then took the C train all the way to Penn Station and walked to my New York hotel, which wasn’t too far away. I had dinner at the hotels restaurant and felt some what delusional. The combination of jet-lag, travel fatigue, being up for 28 hours and culture shock and disorientation made my feel like I was on the deck of a boat, and that boat was in choppy water. I went up to my hotel room and collapsed. I basically sleep through a whole day.

When a awoke, I was refreshed and up and ready to jog through Central Park, then looped around the reservoir and then through midtown. It took me 2 hours, but did I need the workout. However, I found that most of the people I was running with, or by, or who passed me by, are incredibly fit. It was an incredible morning, crisp and sunny.

After a nice shower and fresh clothes, I headed to the Upper West Side to see the Seinfeld restaurant and Columbia University, walking this time. I walked the whole distance from midtown to downtown and to Ground Zero, which is still under construction, it’s a huge hole in the ground, but there are now several stories underway. I then visited Battery Park and then the Brooklyn Bridge. There are so many other sites I’d like to see, like the MoMa, the Met, but my legs will only let me see so much in one day.

The next day, and my final day, I took the shuttle bus that my hotel offered and headed off to LaGuardia Airport. But when I boarded and sat for almost three hours without pulling out, the pilot explained how the planes computer wasn’t working and we all had to exit. Maybe the faiths were telling me to stay another day.