(I wish to apologise for my recent absence! Dana and I are staying somewhere with no internet connection, and we have actually been very busy having a good time. I will endeavour to post as much as I can, whenever I get the chance. Please keep checking this space, as I have lots of stories to tell!)
We awoke at 1.00 p.m. on New Years Day. I got out of the shower to find this waiting for me on the dining room table:
I have seriously never been more grateful for a coffee in my life.
Dana and I decided to go to Coney Island for the day, which just so happened to be at the end of the train line we were situated near. Coney Island is one of the few places that I have been actively wanting to go and visit on our trip, and I was equally excited to find that it had been shut down for the winter (as it is every winter).
Really, there is nothing cooler than creepy carnie photos.
The only thing I was mildly disappointed about was the fact that we didn’t get there until quite late, and the sun was setting and the temperature was dropping much faster than I had anticipated.
Daylight was fading fast, and our breath was cold and foggy in the evening air. So we stopped quickly for our mandatory hotdog (priorities people), before walking in what we assumed would be the correct direction.
Here are said photos:
This following picture is of a game called ‘Shoot the Freak’. Made out of an old knocked-down building site, aparently in the summer months, a person is paid to run around in the empty space, whilst wearing some kind of padded overalls. Participators then pay for what I think must be paintballs to shoot at the moving target.
Um? Only in Uh-merica I guess.
And what’s a trip to Coney Island, without a picture on the train ride home??
It would have been a much better and creative train photo, if not on account of me being scared of being punched in the face.