(Sorry for this being excruciatingly late, I am making a commitment to catch up on this)
Travelling across 16 time zones in 25 hours can really mess with your head, the last thing you want is for something to go wrong.
This is where things start to go wrong.
I landed in Newark Airport, New Jersey and everything went smoothly – I disembarked the plane, picked up my bags and started using the complementary wifi. Unbeknownst to me, the free wifi cuts out after 30 minutes. That put me in one hell of a mood when I realised I hadn’t made the Skype call to the family friend who was supposed to get me out of here.
With my phone not activated for international roaming, laptops not being allowed to use the free wifi (what kind of rule is that??) and jet lag preventing my brain from considering other options (like a pay phone for instance), I had literally no means of communication to anybody I knew on this planet. Back home, I’ve willingly cut myself off from all means of communication at times and gone for a walk along the coast or explored Sydney city, and it felt great to voluntarily disconnect myself from the world. When you actually need communication, this doesn’t feel too great.
After storming through the airport for a while I found a Dunkin’ Donuts which had free wifi and I made the call. Dunkin’ Donuts saved my life.
I finally met up with the family friend and we left the airport. It was cold, snowing and everything is white. On the way to his house in Long Island from New Jersey we went across The Bronx, but the weather was so bad that anything outside of a 100m radius was a sea of white. I end up falling asleep in the car, and when we arrived at his house I slept from 12pm till noon. Gotta love jet lag.