Hey Y’all and Happy Labour Day! Do you say that on Labour Day? I’m not sure. Anyway, here in America it is Labour Weekend which is considered the ‘official end of summer’. It does not look like those sticky 31 degrees Celsius days are going away anytime soon though. Will and I kicked off our long weekend with a day at Governor’s Island. Governor’s Island is open everyday May 24 through September 28. New York City is surrounded by little islands that come alive during the summer months. Governor’s Island can be found between Brooklyn and the southern tip of Manhattan. 172 acres in size, this island has a vivid history. After having a variety of names, the current name derives from the British Colonial era when the island was reserved for New York royal governors. From being an army base, a prison to being run by the Coast Guard, Governor’s Island is rich in culture.
From 2009 – 2011 I lived in Christchurch, New Zealand. This was pre earthquake. There was and still is something very special about Christchurch. It’s got that small town feel in a big city, well big for New Zealand. While I lived there my favorite place to visit was Lyttelton which is 20 minutes drive from the center of Christchurch. It’s the main port into Canterbury and the township has developed substantially over the years. It has amazing views over the water, cute coffee shops, bars and art stores. I still say it is where I want to retire.
This weekends exploration took place at the glorious Coney Island. There is something quite wonderful about being able to hop on the subway in the city and end up with your toes in the sand. Coney Island is known for it’s boardwalk, beach and amazing amusement park – the Wonder Wheel Ferris Wheel being it’s main fixture.
As you guys know and as I have well vocalised, New York City and I have had a turbulent relationship. A love hate kind if you will. One day she’ll surprise me with a gorgeous street and phenomenal busker at my subway stop. The next she’ll charge me $200+ for a 10 minute doctors appointment and fill that same subway stop with the stench of urine. Then I’ll threaten to leave, pack my bags and head for the door and she’ll quickly change my mind by reminding me why I fell in love with her in the first place. Classic us.
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