After a 25 hours flight...

It was a long long long hug at Byron Bay's bus station, I'm leaving both my Love and Jack the dog behind the closed door, it's 5 in the morning, the shuttle and the sun rises with some relaxing music and stops few hours later on the international departing steps of Briz Airport. Armed with magic potions I get through to LA, in good condition and ready for another flight tfor a final JF Kennedy New York arrival by sun set the same long long day. My hindu taxi driver offers me some possible "body massage" his primary business... sure, why not, but another time ok? Kieran the runner waits for me at the doorstep of Water street, in freezing Dumbo, I can recognize exactly the area we've been dreaming starting an Antique Shop a few years ago.....M4 is my apartment, "a very empty space, with lavender products" tells me K, followed by a "do you rock climb? Cause my girlfriend starts a now job tomorrow and you could rock climb for free"..."Thank K, that's really very cool, I use to do a lot of that in my teens, but I think I might wait a little before getting on that wall, perhaps next week ok? See you at work on Monday and thanks for waiting".... Door is closed, internet just connected and suddenly big jump to the Caribean for a nice chat with my sis.....we discover the place together via Skype, my best friend tonight....

before a night stroll starts...



I really want to change some money and get to call home. 

Money and public phone are found, but not in working order...

Well I'll get a little dinner at "Pedro" in the midst of "ready to party girlfriends", "silent and serious young married couple", "black dude watching TV at the bar", "Margarita sharing girlfriends under the chili lights" and my YUMY "red beans and rice and everything's nice"shared with a "Balle Mason" glass Mojito filled... 

A nice celebration by my own for this arrival in Brooklyn! 

I couldn't resist the waterfront appeal...

And look at all those old streets and old buildings restarting a new era after mega renovations...

Some things don't change though, like the night rubbish and recycling cardboards warehouse, somehow it's reassuring to have old human technology still around, too clean and too new is scary!  

A big fat rat runs across the street, and a grocery is still open for me to get some bread'n'butter'n'coffee for my next morning breaky.....

Great day, trip'n all!