At this time of year Brooklyn is also cold. Excruciatingly cold. The kind of cold where you step outside and think 'ooh, that's nice & fresh' and then three blocks later you're reaching up to check that your ears are still there. I pulled my hoodie up over my head, thinking that I might thereby stay warm and also blend in with the local delinquents: however, on catching my reflection in a shop window, all I saw was Obi-Wan Kenobi. I'd forgotten about the beard, as well as the ears. I ended up walking over the Brooklyn Bridge during a snowstorm at minus 7 degrees C, which is not an experience I recommend. By the time I got into Manhattan, my beard had literally formed icicles and my extremities were disappearing off the map of my nervous system one by one. Just as I was beginning to hallucinate about alien quadrupeds that I could slice open and disembowel and curl up inside of, I found a nice warm woolly jumper in a hip alternative bohemian clothes shop (TJ Maxx) for $10. Yes, I'm a cheapskate. But it's the continual hunting of such bargains that allows me to save up for these adventures in the first place.
This particular adventure is now at an end, and I think it'll be quite a few years before I do any more USA road-tripping. Other continents beckon for the next trip...which will be a lot sooner that you might think...
Merry Christmas, in the meantime.
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