New York, 3.Day, Saturday 11.12.2010

[picasaView album=’NYC03′ directview] Die-Circle Line (( http://www.circleline42.com/new-york-cruises/browse.aspx?type=&productid=2 )) is a boat trip around the island of Manhattan in three hours, or only around the lower portion in two hours, what in this very cold Saturday for us the option (( Semi-Circle Line )) was.
The breakfast we took this time in Ottomanelli, one, a corner shop opposite of yesterday's "oasis for breakfast" (( NiceMatin )). It took a few minutes and cost some effort, radebrechend to convince the service of our forces unusual European breakfast rites. Fortified, we headed back to Times Square, of us now was more familiar with its permanent busyness, and adopted the 42th Street west to the pier 83 to go. After a few blocks, a strong icy wind around the corners of houses and the wind chill was already blew against -10 ° C. Since we wanted to spend two hours on the water, I immediately realized, I would not necessarily need another layer of clothing. The next time you shop for sportswear I bought a thin long sleeve for 15$, to attract it immediately as an additional layer of onion under my jacket. The announcement, two piece 20$ was a direct hit in my heart and I no longer wore buyers a plastic bag with me in addition. We left the store quickly and trudged westward toward the pier 83 am Hudson River.
These long expanses of urban canyons was aware of at the moment, when the road suddenly seemed to go almost to the horizon to infinity. We wondered more and more, why do not we finally got to see the Hudson River and we came up with the brilliant idea, to use as a guide Strasßenschilder. As a result, we noticed with great terror, that we instead of 42th Street to the west, 7th Avenue have gone south. The root of this embarrassing us disorientation was also immediately aware: The business, where I added my onion layer, was a corner shop with entrance doors on each side. If one leaves the store there on another side, of course you are moving to 90 ° in the wrong direction. Extremely stupid, this only 10 Block to notice later. Because we were nearly up to 30th Street to the south. We meandered a little faster again further north and west, by then but still in time for 10:00 Uhr am Pier 83 to arrive.
After the obligatory photo case, a green background, must be photographed before, without exception everyone's boat before he rises to, it went to the upper deck, where a curious gull boldly strutting down the roof back and forth from above the passengers looked.
During the tour there was a white-haired older gentleman on deck armed with a microphone and explained many details during your walk. It went south past Ellis Iceland to Miss Liberty, then around the southern tip of Manhattan up the East River to the height from Central Park and back to the pier 83 at the level of 42. Road.
The tightly packed program does not read a lot of time and we plowed through the canyons toward 31. Strasse Ecke 5th Avenue. to the Empire State Building on the roof, or rather: to rise to the Aussichstplattform.
Already a block before we are recognized immediately as a tourist and were offered tickets at very intrusive, but we waved to the City Pass ((Citypass New York)) and let us, like the entrance way to show. The impressive entrance hall immediately behind us and we lined up in a queue of visitors waiting also. We walked through the inevitable security gate at the airport and as the mandatory photo against green background, we also had to go through again. We were told that we had to queue one hours, but by the permanent change felt it was 20 Minutes.
Finally reaching the top (( There are about 80 S be available in the building )) offered a sight to us, the one will not soon forget. Despite countless number of images, which can be found on the net, but there is a huge difference, if you can see yourself on your own body with all your senses the sight and learn. This rushing hum, Rumblings, Honking, remote Kojak siren and bustle of cars and people can hold on to a bad image. Unfortunately, the view is limited by the existing bars slightly.
The descent proved to be in a traffic jam the other fellow visitors, first 10 Stories we were headed down stairs, because the elevators were a bit overloaded.
Finally arrived at the bottom we noticed only, that we really burned the soles again. Klaus discovered the march on the east 33.Straße at a Korean barber shop a sign which should promise us a relief in the form of foot massage. We immediately booked the service for 30min and let us massage the feet and back.
With refurbished drive witness it went back much more pleasant and we decided to go back to Times Square.
On the way there we were hired by a talking toilet, visit the restrooms Charmins. Since the öffenetlichen toilets were not so easy to find, I very gladly accepted the offer. I therefore presented as selfless Toilet paper tester available.
We decided not to go to SOHO and in the Green Street Gallery (( www.mimiferzt.com )) to visit our neighbor from the Oyster Bar.
Of SOHO (( www.sohonyc.com )) is a trendy Manhattan and means South of Houston Street. It is famous for its “Cast-iron” and his artist-scene. On the streets shrill people sell their works of art, one has the feeling of being in a European city rather than in Manhattan.
In the evening it was then time, time to eat properly again and go to a steak house. What we did not know back then in turn, was the fact, that the common New Yorker ((or even the common American)) until the evening takes its main food, and not very happy in their own home but abroad.
The result then follows from saw: Before each restaurant was freezing cold despite a brave line of people lined up, and waited patiently against the inlet. Appalled by this up to 30m long rows sounded very pragmatic people, the sentence "It's worth for it" from people series. We could not believe this very unusual situation for us and decided on their own to seek less besieged Restaurants. But in vain: With continued search and knurrigem stomach then we fell through a quick pizza hut and treated ourselves to a slice each, So a piece of pizza, where the "piece" of course from a giant pizza was taken and was adequate for our European small stomachs. Exhausted, we fell back into our beds.