Side Story: Sleepless In New York

It's now past 12 midnight. As I finish my blog, I could hear the roar and churning of the garbage truck in the street below. My goodness, they clear rubbish here in the middle of the night! No wonder the guidebooks warn against noisy streets. I thought they're talking about merrymakers and late night revellers. Luckily I've earlier asked for a room in the higher floors in anticipation that I'll need to do some quiet work in the hotel room in the evenings.

I've been going to bed early in the past few days, probably because the museum visiting means standing and walking the whole day, and negotiating the crowded subways takes nerves of steel. Every night, I just crashed. Tonight, I indulged myself with a soak in the bubble bath. Instead of falling into peaceful slumber, I find myself awake and hard at work. I was trying to capture a few photos from postcards. You see, some museums do not allow you to take photos (rightly so, I thought) and so, I try to get around it by buying some postcards which I can use as masters. Unfortunately, the warm room lighting gives some funny results to the pictures. I better give up now, and read myself to sleep. Tomorrow is my last full day in New York.