We boarded a redeye flight at 6am to LaGuardia airport, without interruptions I entered a state of unconsciousness until the last 5 minutes of final decent due to unbelievable act of procrastination and technologies revenge against man the night before.
After landing and finding a MTA vending machine we boarded a bus to travel to the upper Westside where our hostel was located. Since my last visit to the big city I had forgotten how annoying it is to go anywhere with large luggage in New York beside in a taxi. Up and down, on and off, push and shove, on again, off again, and 1 hour later we made it to the hostel. It was 200% better than the Bowery White House Hostel that I stayed in 3 years ago; in the aspect that it looked nothing like floors of bathroom stales with tiny cots and dilapidated cubbies instead of toilets & sinks. We had a Queen size bed, closet, dresser, TV, A/C unite, and mirror with one bright neon green wall. But we didn’t stay long.
Instantly we were on a subway car blazing our way to the Bronx. When we reach our stop as sea of New York Yankees fans plagued us. After fighting the hordes of fans to get out of the station and walking a couple blocks to the Bronx Museum of Art, we were kindly confronted by a man in a suite telling us the museum was closed on Wednesdays. So we boarded a bus to what we thought was the right direction but inevitably after 10 stops we realized our folly and disembark the bus. Fortunately the misfortune took us to a fire hydrant with kids frolicking in its overflow, it was a scene right out of a movie.
After hoping on the next bus back to where we had just come from, we gave up looking for our second destination, the Cloisters. And decided to make a b-line to our final target of the day, Wave Hill.
Getting off the bus you wouldn’t even think you where in NYC, let alone the Bronx. The houses were of those in a picturesque small northern town with white picket fences and lots of extra green grass. After strolling down a couple of streets and pass a movie set, we made it to the gates of Wave Hill, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Who knew that the Bronx was home to such a lovely oasis of plants, vistas and woodsy trails? We spent the late afternoon enjoying breathtaking visions of the Hudson, stunning greenhouses, a quaint cafe, dazzling little ponds with bullfrogs and coy fish and the innumerable concealed areas equipped with chairs, lounges, and gazebos. It was a perfect end to a grueling day of travel.
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