6th December 2008 – Day 1 – London, New York

18 years ago, at the age of ten, I had my first holiday memory: I was standing on the top of the Empire State Building and I couldn’t believe how small all the cars and people looked on the road far below. It affected me and I remember it like it was yesterday. Sure, I have glimpses of holidays at a younger age, but this moment really stuck in my mind. I’ve always promised to return, especially to see what parallels and differences there are between two of the greatest cities in the world.

The flight from Heathrow Terminal 5 to JFK Terminal 7 was a pleasure. British Airways clearly still know how to train their staff and (unlike American Airlines) the air hostesses constantly smile, they are only too happy to help and they don’t charge $6 if you want an alcoholic drink! Three films later and I’m staring out of the window as we descent over Long Island. The view is fantastic and really shows off the wonderful geography, especially with the sun low in the sky.

I find myself on the metro to Manhattan and it feels like I know this place. The train carriages look familiar and I’m even expecting to recognise locals on the train. It’s only because I’ve seen so many films set in New York, but it’s a strange feeling nonetheless. I snap out of it when a rat the size of a small dog, looks up at me and then darts across my path. Soon afterwards, I’m in a queue and the guy in front of me reaches the cashier and says, “How yoo doin’?” I couldn’t have planned this ‘welcome to New York’ any better!

It’s a relatively long metro journey to 103rd St in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. I’m in New York because I have a work conference from Tuesday to Friday in Virginia, and rather than spend two weekends in Washington DC, I thought I’d snap up the chance of a weekend in New York. Unfortunately, last minute planning means I picked a real shithole of a hotel.

Fortunately, the area doesn’t look too bad. Unfortunately, the shithole of a hotel double-booked my room. However, nearly an hour later and I’ve been relocated to a glorious hotel near 79th St and I’ve even been upgraded to a superior double for the hassle caused. I can’t really complain!!

I head out and find Times Square. I can hardly miss it: This ridiculous interchange on Broadway makes Leicester Square look about as entertaining as a single LED in a muddy field. It seems ridiculous to read all the ‘save by using energy efficient light bulbs‘ tips on the metro, when you’re practically blinded by the lights on the streets above. It’s an epileptic fit, waiting to happen.

I walk for what seems like miles and the temperature is dropping by the minute. It starts to snow just as I catch my first view of the Chrysler Building. A few steps later, the Empire State Building shows its peak over the other skyscrapers. It doesn’t seem as overwhelmingly huge as when I was 10 years old, but it seems to grow every step I take towards it.

It becomes overbearingly cold, so I jump back on the metro and show my head at Union Square, but it’s still freezing, so I warm up in a Vietnamese restaurant and then head back to the hotel. It’s nearly 04.00 UK time; it may be the City That Never Sleeps, but Carlo most certainly does.

7th December 2008 – Day 2 – New York

I wake early and head for the financial district. I immediately locate the World Trade Center site and am rather disappointed at the lack of memorials; it’s basically a huge building site. Nearby, the streets around Wall Street remind me of the City of London, with impressive company names and uniquely designed buildings. The New York Stock Exchange is particularly impressive and my only complaint is that I’m here on a Sunday, when most of the streets are empty.

Heading south, I find the port that has ferry rides to Liberty Island. It’s something I never did back in 1990, so I jump on and see the monumental copper statue get closer and closer. The weather has been poor, with bitingly cold winds (not helped by skyscrapers creating wind tunnels on every street) and a photographers worst enemy – a thick, cloudy, white sky. Fortunately, as I approach the Statue of Liberty, the clouds break a little and the statue appears to be reaching towards the sun. The wind is still painfully bitter, but a few ‘Project Jump’ photos warm me up. I’m happy taking photos for ages, but strangers keep seeing my camera and asking me to help them with their family portraits. After the fourth request, I decide to get out of there. I don’t enter the statue; the head has been closed for a while for safety reasons and I’m not too fussed about a close-up of her feet. Furthermore, despite all baggage going through an x-ray, they still require you to hand in bags before going inside the statute, which all seems rather backwards.

Ellis Island is next; it was the arrival point for millions of immigrants and has a relatively impressive museum detailing its history. The experience is made more realistic by the fact I’m sitting on a ferry to Ellis Island, surrounded by foreigners yapping away in Italian and Chinese! However, as I’m checking some of my Liberty photos, one Italian peers over my shoulder and says, “bellissima, questa foto.” He makes my day!

Back on Manhattan, the wind is worse than ever, so I jump back into the subway. The subway is ridiculously cheap: It explains the lack of electronic displays and the woeful attempt to cater for disabled, but it does seem to work quite efficiently. Furthermore, it’s a huge relief to know that the trains are always at the right temperature, something hugely missing from London’s underground. I exit at 14th Street and find “Cozy”; it’s famous for its soups and burgers, so I order exactly those.

I spend the next couple of hours with some friends I met when I visited Washington DC in January. It’s great to see them but when we go into Saks on Fifth Avenue, I’m tired of seeing $2,000 price tags on every item of clothing so I decide to visit the Rockefeller building instead. I’m delighted I do, since I was seriously considering a helicopter flight tomorrow just so I could get a decent picture of the Empire State Building. However, I think I capture exactly that on the 69th floor of the Rockefeller, standing for about an hour in the blistering cold winds.

I avoid catching pneumonia, but unfortunately I’ve missed the meeting point for dinner, so after a few night shots of the Flatiron building, it’s time to head back to the hotel.

8th December – Day 3 – New York

The day starts with an omelette sandwich and a dunkin donut. Well, I’m in the US after all! It’s an early walk across Brooklyn Bridge and today’s weather makes yesterday feel like a day on an African beach. As I cross the enormous bridge, it feels like half the wind from the Atlantic Ocean has blown past my face. It’s worth it though, as the views are exceptional and the bridge incredible.

I stop at a coffee shop, only in order to defrost, but I’m tempted to have a huge slice of chocolate cake and I can’t help adore the fantastic change in accents. The waiter sounds like he has stepped off a 1930s gangster movie set and I don’t dare short-change him!

On the Brooklyn’s promenade, I get an outstanding view of Manhattan. The sun has yet to emerge from the clouds, but that doesn’t stop me trying a Project Jump photo that I thought of yesterday. It’s quite an ambitious photo, that I struggle to get right, but the 73 attempts certainly help warm me up! Typically, the moment I get the photo I want, it’s like The Big Apple flicks a switch and the sun magically lights up the city. I know further photos will look better, but I’m also quite fond of my fingers and they are moments from completely snapping off. A park ranger then approaches me, as he has seen me jumping towards a camera on a tripod. I try to convince him that I’m not a professional, but my face is numb from cold and I can barely get the words out. He asks further questions: “Hoos gonna see these photos?” He backs off when I tell him I’ll show the photos my mother and father..!

I get the subway back to Manhattan and exit at Penn Station. After booking my ticket to Washington DC, I enter Macy’s and manage about half an hour of shopping, but give up and walk down the road to the tallest building in New York. I’m pleased to see that it’s just how I remember it. I was concerned that the Empire State Building was only “special” to me because I saw it when I was ten years old, but the views from the top are just as awesome to a 28-year-old. I don’t remember the heavy security to get in, but what really makes an impression is the attitude of the staff. I have found staff in New York (everywhere – not just the Empire State Building) to be incredibly welcoming and friendly. I guess it’s that American attitude towards work and pride in their work; it really rubs off and makes the experience (whether on a tour or ordering a coffee) so much better. The English should take note.

Next on my packed itinerary is a close-up of the Chrysler building and a wander around Grand Central Station. I can’t quite capture a photo as good as the wonderful “light through the window” famous photo of Grand Central, but I’m impressed nonetheless, especially as police are everywhere and they aren’t anal about people taking photos as they are back in the UK. I particularly like the group of art students sitting on the stairs, sketching scenes from around the main hall.

The sun is now pretty low in the sky and I promised myself I’d take photos from the Brooklyn promenade at sunset, so I catch a train back to Brooklyn. I end up going too far into Brooklyn and it’s a long walk to the river. Strangely, I get asked for directions by so many people, despite the fact I just can’t look more like a tourist (backpack, camera, tripod, map!) I can’t miss the spot I was this morning; there are photographers everywhere, waiting for the right moment during the sunset to capture Manhattan at its finest. It’s a truly gorgeous view and I forget about the cold, lying on the rocks and taking probably my best photos of the trip.

There are so many things I’ve failed to see, but there’s only so much I can pack into the day. I’m pleased that I stop at Times Square at night, as it looks so much better against the dark sky. I’d love to get photos of Little Italy and Chinatown, but when I’m invited to dinner at a French restaurant on the edge of SoHo, I decide to leave my camera at the hotel. I feel naked without my backpack; but it’s pleasant to wander around and feel like a local, with no one staring at me. Incredibly, a guy on the subway starts a conversation with me and we end up talking about London. Then, just before I reach the restaurant, I walk down a quiet street and another pedestrian says hello as he walks by. It’s insane: New Yorkers have a terrible reputation but I’m overwhelmed by their friendliness. Dinner is fantastic and we follow it with drinks (a Long Island Iced Tea!) in Little Italy.

Tomorrow I catch a train to Washington DC before heading west into Virginia. My New York adventure is over and I’ve barely scraped the surface of this great city; I’ve not even seen Central Park. So, it’s an excuse to come back and I’ve confirmed what I feared would not be the case: I most certainly could convert from Londoner to New Yorker.