By Jade Johnston
I’m a walker. I can walk very long distances in what would seem to be the most unreasonable footwear choices without getting tired. My shoes have an average life span of three to six months. New York is one of the world’s largest cities. But who says I can’t walk the length of it?
We left the hostel in Canarsie very early in the morning in able to get to our first Couch Surfing host’s house in Washington Heights, which is located at the northern tip of Manhattan. It took about two hours on the metro. We definitely did not walk that. After settling in and meeting Ashanti who is our first host, we decided that the weather was perfect to visit central park.
The three of us hopped on the metro and rode to the south west corner of the park. From here we began our walk. We meandered through the park, with Ashanti taking us to all the most beautiful spots – from manicured English gardens, to areas almost entirely left to the natural growth. One of the things that surprised me the most about the park were the massive rocks and stone coming out from the ground. Apparently New York is built upon volcanic rock, which is why they can build such high skyscrapers here.
Giant rocks in Central Park
Hidden waterfalls and other treasures in Central Park
After walking the entire length of Central park, which is about fifty city blocks. After that we walked through Harlem and stopped at an amazing vegetarian restaurant, Uptown Juice Bar at 54 W 125th street, and continued walking to the base of the Triborough bridge. At this point, some members of our walking troupe were getting tired, but we all decided to press onwards. The Triborough bridge is more like two bridges that cross over Randalls island. At this point in the day, the sun was beginning to set over Manhattan producing the most astounding views. The bridge is a very busy car bridge, and the whole thing was shaking constantly as we crossed.
Manhattan from the Triborough bridge
At one point I decided to stand up on the concrete divided to avoid getting cars in my pictures. After climbing up I realized that I was right next to a Jade sized hole leading all the way down to the ground….and my death. I quickly got down.
Between the two bridges we were able to get back on solid ground, where we found a great place underneath another bridge to take photos for the album art of our future band. Now we all just need to learn how to play instruments and be talented. But at least the album art is ready!
Matt is being the brooding lead singer in the background
Now he is doing something rather backstreet boy-esque
Eventually, we made it to Astoria in Queens….. about eight miles or thirteen kilometres. Where we were expected to help build the set for an off broadway play. Needless to say after about thirty minutes of helping out, I promptly fell asleep on an old church pew in the basement.