Getting lost in the South Bronx is no picnic.
Maybe I’d fit in here if I got myself a tat or two.
You get what you pay for with those phone apps and my downloadable New York tourist map cost less than a dollar. My cheap app decided the Bronx didn’t count as New York, as if nothing north of Manhattan could be of interest to cheapskates.
So shortly after the D Train crossed the Harlem River my phone’s screen went blank and left me mapless. Continue reading
The Bronx – tattoos, eyebrow threading and ‘butt boosting jeans’.
Nobody we’ve met on this trip wants to be from Manhattan. It’s almost acceptable to live there in some down-market neighbourhood, but to COME from there suggests a cossetted, privileged background.
Everyone is quick to tell us they’re from the ‘boros’, Brooklyn, Queens or the Bronx. (Yes, a few people live on Staten Island too, but we haven’t met them yet.)
‘Nothing soft comes out of the Bronx’, says the advertising for Everlast, the company that began manufacturing boxing gloves and punching bags back in 1910. In fact, Everlast themselves threw in the towel and left the Bronx a few years ago, and went elsewhere to make trendy street shoes for those who will never need a mouthguard.
Al Pacino comes from the Bronx, so do hip-hop and break dancing. So in the interests of research, Mevrouw T and I went into the Bronx to see how tough it really was. Continue reading
Of course when in New York we had to go to a ball game. Yankees are the team all the other fans love to hate, we heard. They bought Babe Ruth from the Red Socks, er, some time ago now. They have an obnoxious owner, too much money and think they can buy a World Series.
They also have Derek Jeter and A Rod, Alex Rodriguez, two of modern baseball’s biggest stars. Continue reading