My last day in Marrakech was laid back. Now when I get up in the morning at 10.00am I think to myself – what am I going to do today!!! Tried to do some shopping but wasnt really motivated. Went to see the Palace Baha. A shell of a great palace on the edge of the Medina. The guy build a 90 by 50 metre swimming pool surrounded by sunken orange trees. It was ramsacked by other conquerers so now there is not a hell of a lot left. Got lost in the Souqs trying to find the Marrakech Museum, in the end I gave up.
Jumped the plane at 22:30 back to Barcelona and got back in at 01:30. My next day in last day in Barcelona was fixing up y banks things and others final details for the trip. However that night went out with Marco, Eva, Bruno, Marcos, Susana, Marc and Oscar. Was a good night and they even managed to do the tequilas…. Thanks guys.
My next morning was a slow one and a sad one. My final good bye to Barcelona… such is life… Then on my flights to London, quick stop oer before y flights to New York with BA. Arrived in JFK at 19:30 and catch the metro into town. It was fucken freeing. I got on the express train by mistake which skips stations and so ended up in the middle of Harlem with my backpack and 20 blocks between me and y hostel. Jumped another local train got to the hostel about 20:30 after wandering the streets lost for a while. Pretty spookie walking around the backstreets with a backpack and lots of “dudes” hanging out in the street. Am on Broadway with 102nd street. It is 3 blocks from the start of Harlem, on the West side of central park. Hostel is basic but functional.
Finally made it to the big apple.