The past few days have been interesting. The day after the show at the Apollo Theatre a few of us went sailing on the East River. It was a glorius day, very hot and we had a sumptous (and very inventive) meal on the boat, cooked by Númi Tómasson, the wonder chef.
Yesterday I went for a helicopter ride for the first time in my life. It was kind of scary. I nearly panicked when it took off - just rising up from the ground like that is so very unnatural - but then I was OK.
Same applies to my first night in a sleeping coach, which was tonight. The bunk I will spend considerable time in for the next couple of weeks is quite small, smaller than I had imagined. When I went to sleep I got really claustrophobic, I felt I was in a coffin and I couldn’t breathe. I thought: “I can’t do this… I want to go back Iceland. NOW!!!” But then I got over it and began to find the rocking motion of the bus strangely soothing. I soon fell asleep, and though I did wake up a few times during the night I managed to sleep eight hours nonetheless.
We are now in Cleveland, but tonight we go back on the bus and will continue our journey to Chicago.
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