Jobs first, I headed off to track down a bicycle shop where I secured a box for the bike. I thought this might have proved a challenge but the first shop promptly brought out a good box gratis. Hauling it home I found a hardware store for some gaffer tape and a stationary shop for a big fat marker pen. Everything I needed to pack up everything, for the flight home.
Heading uptown on 5th Avenue it was easy to realise that the main reason people come to new York is for the shopping. Two big clothing outlets had even restricted numbers and formed a que for shopppers on red carpet, cordened off on the sidewalk with thick tassled rope. They had hired modelesque doormen to manage the crowd or act as bait, depending on how you look at it.
|The Explorer's Club|
|The Globe that Thor Hyerdahl traced the route of the Kon-Tiki|
|One of the Community Gardens|
|Peking Clipper Ship|
The Museum of Modern Art was worth a visit and its influence on the MOMA in Hobart was clear to see. Wow we are lucky to have that.
New York was interesting and I think I could make a little nitch for myself there, but I was keen to get home to Hobart. I am drawn away by adventures but always return to Hobart with a sense of coming home to a place that I relate to and that I really value.
Last night was my first night home and I awoke to the wind roaring through the tree tops. Going outside I was greeted by a clear starry night and a possum that stretched out his hand to meet my first (clenched realising that the possoms bite is greater than their bark) Ah Great to be home!
Eventually my time ran out and