Despite my previous blog entry I did not spend my entire time in New York reflecting on 18th century immigration. I mentioned our boat ride on the beast- our captain took us on a journey down the Hudson of which Joseph Conrad would have been proud. Typical boat rides have the reassuring familiarity of the water being outside the boat and you inside, while we kept our end of this bargain the water showed no sign of respecting this boundary. The speedboat sprayed gallons of the Hudson’s finest water into the boat leaving us looking like forlorn, drowned rats. I have to say though that I loved every minute of skipping past the Manhattan skyline on a speedboat. As boatloads of tourists with waxwork expressions passed on their more serene vessels I have to say I'm glad we took The Beast.
