i heart ny

I love New York. But I’m never going back.

Have decided that unless there is a miraculous cure for my baikar, I’m never going to fly ever again. It’s just too much torture.

Imagine feet swelling to the size of trotters and not being able to do anything to prevent or relieve them. Leg room of 30cm that barely allows for any movement or stretching. Hot needles of pain constantly being jabbed directly into the veins. For the longest 24 hours of my life.

But sandwiched between the two worst flights I’ve ever taken in my life are two fabulous weeks in a city I almost wish I lived in.