Pawn Stars in NYC

Updating this blog is easy when you steam into a town, have all sorts of adventures and meet a few entertaining characters. When you go to New York City with the energy of a sloth that's just fallen out of a particularly tall tree, it all becomes a bit of a struggle.

Parking in New York is a lot of fun, if you don't like money that is. So we decided to drive to Newark Airport, leave the Prius in a parking lot and get the train back into Manhatten where our hotel was. It probably wasn't the easiest or even cheapest way of doing it but it was a solution nevertheless. We were staying at the Excelsior which is just next to Central Park, I was all set to go for a run there but the blister caused by my new trainers proved something of a hindrance/excuse.

The first plan of action was to head to Citi Field to see the Mets beat the Phillies 1-0 before a quick stroll through Times Square and back to the general area of the hotel for a beer or two. Interestingly a highlight of the evening came from the TV in the hotel room where we discovered a show called Pawn Stars which you can read about here

The following day involved some walking around, sorting out and printing out Yankee's tickets online, exploring Soho and then a trip to the much recommended oldest bar in New York (McSorley's)

The selection of beer's is just two, which come in the form of 'light' and 'dark'. It was there that we met Chris and Jen (not you Chris and Jen!) who we were to stay out with for the rest of the evening. Phil and I left separately but both got home safely, apparently it came down to a disagreement about the direction home, judging by the time it took I was probably in the wrong.

The following day was an absolute shambles, so much so that I'm going to ignore it.

After checking out of the hotel, we went out of town to get the car, parked up by Yankee's stadium ($36) and then saw them surprisingly lose to the Detroit Tigers by 3-1. The NYC trip had gained Phil another $40 from my sky rocket and he had now won five in a row; disaster.

With just Boston remaining, we managed to get about two of the four hour drive done straight after the game before crashing out at a motel for the final time.