I have decided to write about my travels like Mark Twain.
The first place had to be New York. This was where it all began - the adventure called travel and my realization that I truly enjoy the travel.
I think it is injustice to se NY is a city of lights and that it never sleeps.
It is a man made city and ofcourse it sleeps. But like man, it dreams and boy those dreams are colorful! Where else could you cross the road when there is no signal and have the cabbiee screeching to a halt inches before he hits you?
Where else can you get away with a purple hairdo, gooyey burger and still manage a three piece suit?
All roads and all buildings in NY are a testimony to man's endurance and his ability to rise up against all odds.
It drives you to do things your way and take pride in yourself. You either like it for its confidence or hate it for its arrogance.
During sunshines and snowfalls as I travelled thru those avenues, I was truly liberated. I knew what self confidence was.
If not for anything else I have to thank New York for that.
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