God morning dear reader.

It's 8 o'clock in the morning and right now, I'm sitting in a café in Copenhagen's airport. Our plane was supposed to leave at 9 o'clock but it's delayed so we'll have to wait until 10 before the real journey starts.

At the moment I'm mostly tired and pissed cause there's no smoking rooms anymore. Witch means that I can't drink any more coffee cause I need a cigarette to that.

Well, well. Now I'm gonna read my crapy book and be bored, see ya.

12.55 (swetime)

Hello again, now I'm on the plane. We're above the Atlantic Ocean, but I can't see it cause it's very cloudy.

We will land at Newark (airport) in five hours and I can't wait. Not only cause it's New York also so I can smoke, I'm going mad here with my 'nikotintuggumin', they makes me sick but I have to eat them otherwise I'm gonna itch my nose till it's nothing left of it (when I need nicotine my nose itches like hell). The flight is boring and the food I gross, I'm not in a good mood, thank god for Mediegymnasiet and the oh so very fine Macbook Gandalf!

I think I'm gonna fix some pics now, bye bye.

19.37 (Nytime)

“Now I'm in New York .."

We arrived at Newark, New Jersey, at 2 o'clock New York time. Then after we had left the train we had to stand in a queue for about half an hour and after that the security personal took our fingerprints and took photos of us.

After getting our bags we got lost of course, we didn't know what transport we were gonna use to get to NY but after asking around the parents decided that we were gonna take the train.

So we went up to the Airtrain station and my parents asked someone witch train we were supposed to take. The woman, who they asked, said “take the train to the right and then jump off at the second stop to switch to the Penn Station train."

Sounds easy? Well not if you're stupid like my beloved parents. They didn't believed her so they simply said “we won't jump off until we see the hotel" (the hotel we are staying at is Pennsylvania hotel witch lies across the street from the Penn Station) cause they apparently didn't understand that we where supposed to switch (?).

So we didn't jump off, and the train went back to the airport.

Then of course we jumped of as fast as we could so we could change train so we could get to the station on witch we were gonna switch to the train that would take us to NY.

When we got of the airtrain my brother saw that the train (witch should take us to the real railway station) so he ran, and then the rest of us ran. My brother got on, but we didn't. So we had to wait for the next one.

Then finely we got to the railway station but we missed the train so we had to wait half an hour (I got happy cause I could smoke witch I hadn't for about eleven hours).

But of course something new went wrong, the train was ten minutes delayed. Not such a big deal but we just really, really wanted to get to the hotel.

Well after a while we got there.

The hotel is like in the middle of manhattan, across the street from Madison square garden and it's really fancy pants. At least the outside and the lobby, everything is in gold and marble. But when you get up to the room floors it's totally different, it's long, trashed corridors, it looks like something from The Shining. And the walls in our rooms has cracks everywhere, really awesome but also extremely scary.

The first day/night in NY we spent by walking down the streets and just looking at everything until we ended up at a little cosy Italian fast food restaurant where we ate freshly baked pan pizzas.

Now the clock is 20.07 (02.07 in Sweden) and I'm gonna go to bed. But yeah, as far, I both love and hate NY, it's beautiful and exiting but there's also a little bit too much, people everywhere and stuff, I like it more when it's still and calm. But we'll see, I've only been here for a couple of hours.

Sleep time now, so good night!

Pictures from today :

Från flygplanet. F 13 och S 1/2500

Också från planet, F : 11 S : 1/250

Från planet. F : 11 S : 1/250

Från tågstation när vi skulle åka in till New York från flygplatsen Newark. F : 18 S : 1/200