Sixth Avenue Heartache and 26 Blocks to Central Park

Being a self-proclaimed movie buff in my imaginary world I would always dream of one day walking in the Central Park.  So I seek the help of two fellow first timers to explore one of the iconic landmarks in New York. They agreed to come along but on a condition that they’ll be back home after lunch.
Clutching my camera bag and discounted bonnet from Century 21 we took the train from Newport going to Manhattan which was a little over an hour. From  the 33rd St, we went up to Greely Square and raced the pavement with fellow tourist and local New Yorkers.
It was still winter at that time and probably one of the coldest days I can remember in my life.  The sun was peeking through the towering buildings and skyscrapers of Manhattan. The ray of light like a strange hope compelling us to take this steps. I took out my camera and just like most tourist do, I  snap a few pictures. And to my surprise  no camera click was heard. I release the shutter button again and still the same thing happen. I was dumbfounded. I immediately changed the lens with another one and tried taking a photo but it appears that still no camera click was heard.
I think I did it a dozen times and as we reached Bryant Park – I eventually accepted the fact that my 2 year old Nikon just died on me. It was such a heartache to say the less Of all the places it had to be in New York. 
The sky convey a diffused sense of static desolation over the entire city.  We have already made it to Rockefeller Plaza when we realized we don’t know where we’re heading.  Talking about aimless walking in a cold day, my friends  were dejected with my announcement  suggest we stop by for a lunch.  With my feet already tired from promenading the 6th Ave and my stomach longing for food I didn’t bother to disagree anymore.
It was during our lunch when I decided to take a look again at my camera. It seem a bit lighter than the usual. As I open the battery door, it all unfold to me that I forgot to put the battery that I was charging early morning. I supposed the moral lesson here is not to be excited.
And so I was left alone by my friends who decided to go back home. Armed with only a half-charged android phone to document my Central Park memoirs, I drifted past another long block before I arrived in Central Park. I decided to it easy that day, just enough to absorb the atmosphere.
Maybe it’s the world’s way of telling me how shitty it was that day.  The poop from horses seems to be scattered  by horse drawn carriages leaving that unpleasant smell to all the passerby. It suddenly destroyed my preconceive notions about Central Park.
I guess I’ll just reserved that comment in the mean time. Once I passed the Jose de San Martin and Jose Julian Marti monuments, escaping the busy New York streets  filled with crowds and cars is like a breath of fresh air . A respite from the struggles and pressures  that built one of the greatest city in the world.
I wandered further more and despite the subdued image of dead leaves and dirty ground the people are all lively. Corporate slave sitting down on benches, kids playing in different playground, and even with odd weather there are still few running and sweating it out.  It’s definitely a place where everybody can unwind and reflect. 
After too much walking I stumbled into the Wollman Ice Skating Rink.  To all the fans of the cheesy flick Serendipity, this is where they filmed that scene where John Cusack teaches Kate Beckinsale about Cassiopeia. I have to admit I fall into one of NYC’s tourist trap.  It’s quite difficult not to admire the backdrop of the skyline with all the dried tress in the foreground. I may not be able capture such scenery with my phone but the experience of just being there is truly an awesome experience.
I spent most of the time talking photos of the Central Park draining my phone’s battery in the end.  I just love New York, it definitely had a handful of everything you want. I’ll be definitely going back here with a full packed camera and my own Kate Beckinsale.