I also managed to get caught up in the Storm Desmond drama when I eventually arrived back in the North of England (more on that later.)
I had a great time in New York, staying with my old friend Ed at East Northport, near Huntington, on the north coast of Long Island.
|Northport, Long Island, New York.|
I arrived on a Saturday morning and we had a quiet day eating, drinking, and catching up on people and events since the last time I was in New York, seven years ago.
We went into Manhattan the following day and did poetry readings in the city and then Brooklyn, which as fun.
|Ed and I on the F Train.|
|Me and Ed with poetry host, George Wallace outside the Parkside.|
|Me reading my cheese poem in Brooklyn (photo thanks to Dasha Bazanova)|
|With Lorraine in Sip This, Valley Stream, NY|
|Me with Ed. He had lost a lot of weight by this point and was becoming increasingly aggressive(!) ;)|
All good things come to an end, however, and the time came for me to journey to my next destination, dear old Blighty. I was travelling to the northwest of England, Kendal, Cumbria, to be exact.
Due to heavy traffic, I arrived late for my flight check-in at JFK. The lady at the desk saw that as personal insult, and was consequently a cow, but I survived (she made me jump through numerous extra hoops just to show her displeasure).
The subsequent flight to Iceland went pretty smoothly, however. I was impressed by all the improvements they've made to Reykjavik airport. It used to look like an old (I think it is a former hangar), now it's like something from an IKEA catalogue.
My flight from Reykjavik to the UK was delayed by 45 mins but nothing remarkable otherwise.
I arrived in Manchester the following morning feeling tired and hungry, but pretty good. Then I found out that due to Storm Desmond and the intense flooding in the North West of England, there were no trains running north of Preston, Lancashire. It was a similar story with the coach/bus service.
The storm had flooded out whole areas of some towns, including Kendal, knocked out the power, damaged bridges, roads, and caused mini-landslides. I was stranded just one and a half hours from my destination.
The options for me were to stay in a hotel in Manchester or Preston; stay with a friend in the area; or get a ride home by car from Preston.
After talking to my parents, I caught the train to Preston. The station cafe bar was full of stranded people: families; mountaineers; students; businessmen; old people, young people, and others. I consoled myself with a couple of quality pints of draught dry cider (a relative rarity in the US).
In the end, I was lucky enough to get a lift from my parents from Preston to Kendal, but the journey took twice as long as normal, thanks to the flooded roads.
|"The Auld Grey Town" of Kendal at dusk|
A few things I've needed to adjust to since arriving back, both good and bad:
- I got confused by British coins initially, I thought the 5 pence was worth ten, because it is a similar size to a dime. Kind of embarrassing.
- The roads were unnerving for a while, as I thought we were driving on the wrong side.
- Pleasantly reminded of the low prices of beer in the pubs. In the US you have to take out a bank loan to go out for a night of beers(!) Prices are less than half here in the UK and you're not expected to tip on top for every beer too. (Liquor is cheaper in the US, including Scotch whiskey, but that's another story!)
- The English seem so quiet, gentle, and reserved, when you are used to Americans.
- English customer service continues to improve, although it is still not always great. America is still the king of customer service.
- Americans think the English are super-polite, but the truth is that it is very variable here. You can go into a shop or stand at a bus stop and chat to some super polite person, then walk down the street and hear young children call each other f**king c*nts. Courtesy and rudeness tend to rub shoulders much more.
- Drivers here are almost always way more sane and courteous than Florida, however.
- I'm still a little jet-lagged, my sleep patterns can be erratic at the best of times, but throw in a five hour time shift and things get interesting.