The girl that never sleeps

I don't really like blogs. But after 30 hours travelling on one of the most

horrendous commercial flights I have had the displeasure of enduring (United for those playing at home), a sleepless night in a glorified cardboard box, and a steamy morning aimlessly wandering bleary eyed through trash filled, enchanting streets, in a city that claims never to sleep, Cam and I have become delusional.

We are sitting on our bed in a tiny but perfect room in the centre of the financial district, melting into the New York summer haze, with the smell of Chinese food and deep pan pizza

hanging in the still air, the sound of a heaving city echoing through big bay windows, stripped down to our undies in front of the "king of fans", giggling hysterically at our recently coined URL 'travellingwankers,' a name to reflect our distaste for narcissistic blogs.

And yet here we are... writing about ourselves.

So this is the very first day of our seven month 'thinly veiled attempt to postpone adulthood', yet ironically, as we sit here shaking with anticipation, Edward Sharpe serenades from the other side of my tinny computer speakers... with his song 'home.' Cheeky bastard.

So far Cam's number one New York discovery is a 'self- folding' map (see picture on the right); he was truly amazed, the statue of liberty "paled in comparison."

Anyway, the caffeinated city of possibility is calling us back out to the manic streets, to dance with the pidgeons, rats, and mad Americans.