June 19th; Fine weather. A nice day. A late start. I walked to the store in the morning to get some poptarts. I like poptarts, though it turns out not as much as I once did. We spent most of today in the Met. I’m sure we did something else but I can’t remember too much of it. Central Park was involved.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art or whatever it may be called it quite amazing. It’s a huge building filled with paintings, sculptures, pottery, furniture, weapons, armour, paintings, sculptures and pottery from pretty much every single culture since Ancient Greek and Egyptian times. I spent the whole day walking the first floor and half of the second one, thought I was done and then discovered the Egyptian Wing and Asian and late European section. There are thousands of bits in here. My favourite was the arms and armour of course. A ten dollar entry fee is well worth it, considering the place is probably worth a trillion dollars on the inside. It’s just huge. See it.

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June 18th; It seems like a nice day, it will probably rain though. It tends to rain a lot. I like giving out business cards. It’s fun.

We all woke up a lot later than we should have today. Check out was at eleven; we were changing hostels. Eventually the troops were roused and raised, eventually we got our bags entirely packed and downstairs. My brother was completely out of it. He stayed up later than us. I woke him up three times to try and sort out his checking out or booking another night but he was dead. It was like trying to talk to a jellyfish, albeit one which didn’t sting but smelt quite bad.

We got to our new hostel on 88th street after a walk and a subway ride, checked in and struggled up the stairs. We’re on the third floor, Kate is on the fourth since she wanted to hang out with the girlies this time. I don’t know who the girlies are because the fourth floor is girlies only.

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June 17th; The weather is pretty good. The boys stayed up till four playing guitar with an english guy called Kev. I warned them, I said ‘We are waking up at nine thirty tomorrow.’
‘Sure we are.’
‘Seriously, I’m waking you kids up. Don’t stay up too late.’
‘Sure!’

NOT SURE! I mean, seriously. I stayed up with them for a while, did some writing before I tried to sleep – it took a while, what with the large French man in camo gear snoring on the bunk across from me. But still, I got some. It still hurt to wake up early. Those guys were in pain. In the end none of them got up, so Kate and I headed off without them. They knew it was coming, we warned them!

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June 16th; it is still raining very often. I still have bought no umbrella. I do not like it being Winter where it should be Summer, even if I do not like Summer. I like it being Winter when it is Winter.

I don’t remember much of what we did today. We went to see a movie in Bryant Park. It was Dr. No, the old Bond movie. It was a bit wet so they’d closed the grass and everyone was scrambling for tables and chairs on the outside ring of the park. We went to get some lunchy dinner food. I asked the guy at this sandwich store what his favourite was. He didn’t understand me, but then his friend said something in Arabic to him and then they had an argument and then another couple of people joined in and there were opinions flying all over the room like shuttlecocks, bouncing up and floating down and being shouted in all directions. I walked out with a Parmigiana Panini, though I was told the Pesto Panini would also satisfy me. Kate and Hugh got some tasty sandwiches from across the road at a health place called Pax, and the other boys were lame and got Subway. We ate those and then it started raining.

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June 15th; STOP RAINING. WHY IS IT RAINING? STOP!

The day was lovely to begin with. We all set out, my brother included, and headed for Central Park. I was reasonably pumped for today. Pumped. Reasonably. Reasonably Pumped. We stopped at a deli and I grabbed a drink. It was something along the lines of watermelon and kiwi juice. It was pink. I would like to point out that neither of those fruits are pink. Watermelon is red as far as I’m concerned, and at the furthest stretch an intensely dark shade of reddish pink in parts. Kiwi fruit is green. Mix red and green together and you would likely end up with some foul brown concoction with fluoro highlights. Like a pair of Nike sneakers. Not pink.

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