5 NYC Foods I'll Never Forget

1) Chicken and Rice - Street Meat

We arrived in NYC from an early morning (4.30am!) train from Buffalo and I was starving by the time I checked into my hotel. When I joined my friends at the Waldorf Astoria, I was introduced to a much loved food in NYC. 

Opposite from the Astoria is a street vendor. My friend assures me that street food is very safe to eat. He recommended a meal simply known as "Chicken and Rice".  It was cheap (USD 6) and the guy cooks it when you order and it smells amazing. I had it drizzled with red and white sauce as my friend suggested. The minute I had the box in my hands, I wanted to eat it straight away. And I did, as I walked along the street. Shameful but deeply satisfying. The combination of tender grilled chicken with rice and spices was the perfect stomach filler in winter.

 2) NY Strip,  Black and Blue
We had dinner at Strip House. It was the first time I had steak done this way and the char really enhanced the flavour of the steak. It was incredible and huge (600grams). So tasty and tender, I could eat it all night.

3) Bagels
My breakfasts in NYC were of course, bagels with "cwarf-fee". Filter coffee is weak but you can drink alot of it. The bagel was huge and served with a heart stopping slab of cream cheese. Almost an inch thick! There was a bagel shop close to my hotel called Ess-a-bagel and this place is a bagel mecca. In the mornings it's so busy you have queue and get yelled at by the servers. 

4) Hot Dogs
They're synonymous with NYC street food. The Londoners tried them for kicks. Loaded with ketchup and sauerkraut tasted like it came out of a plastic jar. It tasted so...wrong. Most of my hot dog fell on the street. They're disgustingly unhealthy which is why I'll never forget them. Curiosity will have you trying them anyway.

5) Oysters
In Grand Central there is a fresh food market and I bought a dozen oysters. Shucked on the spot and  packed in ice. In my tiny hotel room I sat in bed in front of the TV and I ate them. With chicken rice. Before dinner. Yes I admit it. I should be ashamed but no.

Farewell NYC - Jan 2015

I was leaving New York again in an emotional state. I'm on edge right now (on the plane to London). I've been sleep deprived for the past week and have been thrown into a sensory overload. NYC has been a whirlwind of drinking, spending loads on drinking, recovering from drinking, only to drink again when hangovers wears off. 

It was my last day in NYC and I vowed to make the most of it. The others in the group was not leaving until Monday or Tuesday. I think I was leaving at a good time to salvage Sunday afternoon in London before it's back to work. 

I've only slept four hours but dragged myself out of bed to go to a diner. There was one around the corner from the Pod Hotel. I had a pancake and french toast with bacon and scrambled eggs. The food was cold and the coffee wasn't great but no matter. I went back to the room to shower and pack up my suitcase. 

My padlock was broken so I had to get a new one from Duane Reade. After being outside without gloves for ten minutes, I got windburn on my knuckles. The cold air can be so cruel. It looks like I've punched someone.

I meet the others at the Walforf and since they were drinking in the bar, I went to Grand Central to look around for an hour. Went into Strawberry. There was nothing I liked. It was a jungle of cheap clothing. 

I was in no mood to shop. I was a zombie. I could sleep for a hundred years. I could barely see with my eyes. But I went along with the others The Quays, an Irish pub in Astoria Queens. What the heck-if I was going to while away my last hours in NYC, it might as well be amongst friends. Pretty much doing what we had been doing before but now I have a taste for Guinness. As my friends say, NY Irish pubs have better Guinness than London. 

It was good to get out of Manhattan. I've never been to Queens before. The streets had a lot of snow and some cars were buried in it. 

The Quays was on a corner on a Main Street of Queens. I walked down the street for a bit but went back to the pub because it was too cold. 

I was explaining the story about how I got a bit of attitude from the baggage handler at the Pod because he misunderstood that I needed him to hold my suitcase for a moment while I buy a lock and then it goes back in the storeroom. He walked away and after I reminded him he was cross, saying I should have told him not to throw away the ticket. Then I was compelled to say: "You sold me the air shuttle ticket and told me to come back at 6.45pm." Why would I want my suitcase back so early??? I said to Emily. "What a dick."

"Now you sound like a true New Yorker."

And on that note, my time in the US has come to an end. Megan called a car and I was taken back to the Pod. 

I rested in the car and at the boarding gate. NYC had drifted away and I was ready to go home. I couldn't wait to see Grant and get back to my life in London. I miss Zumba and I was getting thick around the waist. I was consumed by NYC and I needed to feel normal again. 

I'm glad I stayed at the Pod instead of the Waldorf. I no longer needed to worry finding my way around or tipping in NY anymore. Life can be simple again. 

As much as I enjoyed it, the gleam of NYC has worn off on this third visit. I have come back with only a few cheap t shirts, one ridiculously expensive shirt from Anthropologie, stove top stuffing and  toiletries. No way a much as I brought back from the previous trips!

My Top 5 Skiing Pet Hates

Let me preface this post by saying I love skiing but here are my top 5 pet hates about the sport.

1) Foot Binding Ski Boots

I usually have to swap hire boots at least once on a trip. I once changed to a full size down when I thought my boots were too big. They felt fine in the store but on the slopes my feet swelled and my toes were jammed. I wasn't bothered going back to the ski shop and put up with the pain until I ended the day early. I switched back to my first pair of boots. Too big is better than too small. 

A week later my toenails turned black. Lesson learned is to go up to the nearest half size and to leave an inch of space above my toes when trying on boots. 

2) Blinding White Outs

If the mountains look like a blank sheet of paper, it's best to stay low where there are trees. And if you get eye floaters like I do, white outs make them worse. All I see is a worm infestation. They scatter away when I look at them and when I focus on something else, they come back. 

In a white out, what's off piste is anyone's guess and with strong winds, I wish I never got on the chairlift. The worst experience was in Nakiska, Canada where the winter Olympics was once held. 

It has the most treacherous runs I've come across. There was a slope of blue ice carved smooth by the wind. Suddenly a mighty gust almost blew me off the mountain. An angry cloud of snow swept towards me and I dug in my poles for dear life. You had to be an Olympian skier to enjoy that day. 

Good skiers are adapted to such conditions and are far less likely to freak out. These are the ones I use as guides down the mountain if I can keep up with them. I also get motion sickness or dizzy. Ever felt like throwing up while flying down an mountain?

3) Innocent Decisions That Backfire

I'm not a brave skier but sometimes I think I am. As a result I've made some bad decisions.

I fractured my arm in New Zealand when I took off my skis on my first black run. Rocks were in the way so I thought could just walk down instead. One slip and I went somersaulting faster than any speed I'd achieved on skis. I crashed into a rock and in a state of denial, I massaged my forearm thinking:"Why is my arm numb?"  After 5 minutes the endorphins wore off. Two kiwis rushed over and said my fall looked like something from Funniest Home Videos. 

Now I never take off my skis on a steep slope. They're the only things that will stop me from free falling. The only exception is when there's no snow to ski on. Like the time we took a ski route even though no one was on it. Chances are if no one is taking that ski route, there's a good reason.

4) Bad Techniques I Can't Shake Off 
I'd like to think that after many ski lessons, I can call myself a competent skier. But there's a difference between someone who can get down any slope and someone who's good at skiing. I envy those who ski with superb technique. I can't ski half the speed without looking like I've been dragged along by a go kart.

My body is rigid, positioned as if I'm on a motorcycle. If things get hairy, I revert back to old habits and resort to dragging my poles to slow down.

I watched a video of myself "bunny hopping" as I turn. I've skied over ten years and still can't do a decent carve turn!

5) Carrying Skis and Poles
Forget apres ski. I'd rather have a hot bath, cup of tea and spend the rest of the night in bed. At my age I need to recuperate for the next day of skiing. 

In Le Tania we stayed in a luxurious chalet that overlooked the valley. The catch was that unless you had a knack for skiing on patchy snow and gravel (a red run and part car park), you couldn't ski into the resort from the chalet. The walk down was 15 minutes and the streets were unforgivingly hilly. Once I thought it would be a good idea to ditch the street and walk up that red run to go home since it was far less distance. I expended far more energy carrying my skis up and  I never did it again.

Now I leave my gear at the ski shop if it's close to the chairlift. It worth paying that bit extra, especially for the joy of slipping into sheepskin boots right after a hard day of skiing.

Chasing The Icelandic Northern Lights

We went to Iceland in Jan 2014. This is a late post but one of our most memorable travelling experiences.

Our package included a northern lights boat tour. We were last to be picked up from our hotel so the boat was already packed by the time we got on. 

Grant and I stayed warm indoors at first. It was a basic ferry which reminded of us of our time cruising the Nile in Egypt. Except it had safety equipment and we were only on this boat for a few hours instead of days.

We pulled on puffy high visibility suits before going to the top deck. I was engulfed in mine but it had to be worn because it was minus 5 outside. We piled up on the roof with everyone else, holding cameras big and small, and the odd tripod.

That's when we realised that if you're serious about photographing northern lights, do not take a boat tour. The boat will never be still and you can't relocate quickly if there are no lights. 

For me who's only keen on seeing the lights, I didn't enjoy it. We were subjected to diesel fumes standing downwind from the exhaust pipe. It seemed like the ferry was just a way to sell booze while tourists see the northern lights. But the latter wasn't to be for us. 

There was almost 100% cloud cover. By some miracle, we saw a northern light in a window between the clouds for 10 seconds. It was vivid green and intensified before it disappeared as quickly as it came. Then there was nothing for the next hour and a half. 

The clouds remained and many retreated indoors to take advantage of the buy one get one free drink offer. I think they offered this to compensate for the lack of northern lights and being stuck out in the lake.

We got home around 12.30pm, exhausted but somewhat satisfied that we saw something however fleeting. 

The next night the sky was clear and we had a feeling the northern lights will show themselves. We booked a bus tour from our hotel. We recommend Rekajvec Excursions for their knowledgable guides and ours was funny too. Also if you don't see any northern lights, you can do another tour with them for free.

We were taken outside the city where there was no light pollution. We were back in Thingvellir National Park from the golden circle tour we took earlier in the day. 

I noticed random people standing in the fields waiting for northern lights. It was below freezing. At our first stop I wrapped our travel towel around my legs to block the windchill.

The moon was shining bright against the snow and ice. We faced towards the North Pole, waiting for the lights to appear. I could see a faint misty streak which wasn't a cloud but it didn't reveal to be a northern light.

After twenty minutes and no sightings, the bus driver turned on the engine and we were off to another location. We were taken to the viewing platform at the top of the lake Þingvellir. As soon as we got out of the bus, a man shouted: "We have northern lights! Look over there at the northern lights!" 

There was a huge scramble. Surely enough that misty streak I saw earlier was brighter and changing before our eyes. It moved towards us, spreading across the sky. I squealed with excitement. It's happening. Our instincts were right-tonight was THE night! 

The misty streak, now northern light, unfurled and unravelled it's tiny filaments. They drifted down towards the earth like "fingers". They were glistening and flashing pink and red. I ran towards the viewing platform in awe.

I was witnessing this celestial sky dance like I was on a psychedelic high.

The lights swirled and twisted, creating mini-rainbows. The lights intensified like they were pulsating. The stars were wallflowers to this party. 

People were whispering, almost as if not to scare the lights. Forty minutes later the lights turned back into mist and moved towards the Arctic like it was on its way home.

We got on the bus back to Reykjavik and everyone was checking out their photos. 

We didn't have a tripod so we were lucky to have captured some magical moments.

When Not To Take A Ski Route

No one will tell you this. We learnt the hard way in Bad Gastein. 

A ski route is an unpisted and unmanaged ski run for advanced skiers. We saw one and it looked good from the gondola up. That's when I thought I was ready for a challenge.

Oddly no one was taking this run and Grant was dubious. I told him we should try it once anyway and halfway down we released why he had his doubts. 

First there was a hard top layer of ice as the snow was melting and there were bushes sticking out. Then the coverage got so thin, it was nothing but BARE GRASS on the slope.  The sun melted all the snow and there was no way around the grass. As you can see there's a tiny ski route sign at the top which meant we hadn't gone astray. There was no way to "ski"down this ski route!

It took us half an hour of manoeuvring to get down this bit. We had to take off our skis and somehow not freefall in our ski boots. 

I had a bad memory of fracturing my arm because I slipped after taking off my skis in New Zealand.  

We threw down our poles and anchored ourselves to the ground by clutching onto our skis and digging them into the grass bit by bit. We made our way down until it was safe to butt slide down to the snow at the bottom. 

Take the ski route, she said. It will be fun, she said. 

So we learnt our lesson. If no one is taking the ski route, that's a good enough reason not to do it yourself. Unless you can ski on anything, and I mean ANYTHING.

It took half an hour to pull out all the twigs out of my boot buckles.

What To Expect - Skiing In Bad Gastein

If you're visiting Bad Gastein of Austria, here's what to expect if you're skiing everyday like we did. 

The Pistes:

As mentioned in my previous post, skiing in Bad Gastein is terrific. The Stubnerkogel is open from 8.30am. There is a 140m suspension bridge at the top for a test of the nerves or it's simply an exhilarating lookout point. Most runs are wide, catering for intermediate to advanced skiers. 

My favourite piste in Bad Gastein is the B20 as it breaks away from the beginners and it's a long run down. From Bad Gastein you can ski to Angertal and Bad Hofgastein and back easily in a day. There's loads of powder in Schlossalm, waist deep if you're inclined to go off piste. It gets busy towards the end of the week so head to Dorf Gastein on those days. From Bad Gastein it was 35 minutes bus ride to Dorf Gastein and Sport Gastein.

Ski Hire:

We hired our gear from First Descent, opposite the train station. We booked online from the Skiset website. The staff were friendly and helpful. Sunday morning pick ups are really busy because of the changeovers on Saturdays. Come before 8.30am if you want to avoid the queues. It was cheaper to hire from First Descent and Intersport vs Sport Schober,at the base of the Stubnerkogel. 

I think you get what you pay for. Our boots looked like they were 5 seasons old although they were serviceable. My skis could have been more than 7 years old! The Sport Schober gear was more to date and it's convenient to hire from them if you plan to ski most days in Bad Gastein because they store you gear for free. 

We paid 16 EUR extra per person to store our gear and save us from lugging home and back. It worked out well because we ended up skiing most days in Dorf Gastein so we only had to carry our gear to and from the bus stop, just a few metres away. Slipping into Ugg boots immediately after getting out of ski boots alone is totally worth it!

Public Transport:

Salzburg is 1.5 hrs away and there is a regular direct train service to/from Bad Gastein. 

If you have a valid ski pass, you have free access to the shuttle buses and it's likely that your hotel is close to a bus stop. They can get completely full at peak times. Try to get a bus timetable from your hotel because I found the timetables at the bus stops are confusing. There are no English translations. 

The buses are well maintained and on time. Most people take their own skis/snowboards so it can be clunky getting on and off a crowded bus. Be aware of the last buses back to Bad Gastein. We missed the last one from Dorf Gastein and had to take a cab which cost EUR 38. 

The Town:

It's very hilly around Bad Gastein so walking into town is not recommended unless you have good snow boots. There are a few lookout points along the way so I liked walking back. In town there are restaurants although we didn't eat dinners out because our hotel was half catered. A word of warning is that in Austria, smoking is allowed in restaurants. Although the smoking areas are supposed to be enclosed, non-smokers won't avoid the smell completely. 

Bad Gastein has apres ski events and there are plenty of pubs and nightclubs. We didn't go to any as quite frankly, we're too old for that stuff. 

There is a large Spar supermarket in town and a few Billa supermarkets further out. There's plenty of fresh food and variety so you don't need to bring any food from home. More likely, you will be bringing back things from the supermarkets like we did! Our biggest regret is not buying more of the relaxing tissane we had when we got home everyday. Austrians like their tissanes and I can see why!

The Thermal Spa:

The Felsentherme is opposite the train station. There are thermal pools of varying temperatures. Two are outdoors and there are saunas and more pools on the upper floors. There's even a slippery slide that's not just for kids. 

When we went, it was snowing heavily. Fat snowflakes melted on our heads while the rest of our bodies were in hot water. The spa has a fabulous view of the surrounding mountains. You can roll around in the snow at any point you please. This was much to the delight of thrill seekers, especially in the strictly nudist areas. I think we saw it all. Naked cartwells, belly slides, writhing and smothering of oneself with fresh snow. 

You have to follow the rules in the spa. A lady will come into the saunas sometimes to check that people are lining themselves, feet and all with a towel. And don't even think about squealing when you tip a bucket of cold water over yourself after a sauna. We got told off for doing that although it would help if there were English translations on all the signs. 

The spa is rather pricey but worth going at least once. It was EUR 51 for two people for three hours including towel hire. You can bring your own towels and/or go in the last three hours of the day to save a bit of cash.

Accommodation:

Many of the hotels in our area had a nice view. We stayed in Hotel Hirschen, cheap and cheerful. It's 15 mins walk away from Stubnerkogel and the train station. The bus stop is a minute away. Near to us was the beautiful waterfall where you can walk to and even hear faintly from the hotel. There's no lift and we were on the top floor but look at our view. Every morning it was different. Sunny, snowing and everything in between. We could watch the trains go by in the distance like it was a miniature village. 

7 Reasons Why You Should Ski in Austria

I've skied in Le Trois Vallees in France and Zermatt of Switzerland. As wonderful those places were, skiing can be pricey and crowded. 

For value for money and ease of skiing, my favourite places are in Austria. I've been to Ischgl, St Anton, and Bad Gastein. Grant has also been to Soll, Mayrhofen, and Zell am See. Our pick of all European ski fields is Bad Gastein, where we recently went skiing.

 

We booked a package with Crystal Ski for GBP 519 per person. That's seven nights half board accommodation, transfers and flights. All we had to add was drinks at the hotel, lunches, ski hire and lift passes.

So next time you book a ski trip, consider Austria. Here are seven reasons why.

1) Variety of Ski Resorts
The Ski Amade region, where we skied in Bad Gastein, is made up of 25 ski resorts. It's called Amade, because it's named after Mozart who was born in Salzburg. There are 270 lifts and 760 kms of pistes. Resorts are linked by either lifts or buses and it's all covered under the one lift pass. From Bad Gastein you can ski to Angertal and Bad Hofgastein. There are free shuttle buses to Dorf Gastein, Bad Hof Gastein and Sportgastein. 

2) Wide Open Pistes 

With more locals than tourists. Bad Gastein gets crowded on the later days of the week but if you go to the right ski fields, there are no crowds. My favourite area is Grossartal as pictured below. The resort is accessible via lifts from Dorf Gastein. It's the resort to go when it's snowing because there's lots of tree lined pistes for visibility. As I discovered, Grossartal is winter wonderland because the runs are so wide, it's almost impossible to go off piste! 

3) Low or No Lift Queues

I once queued for 20 minutes to get onto a lift in Les Trois Vallees. The wait, the ski shuffling and people crammed together is frustrating. But not in Austria. There's more skiing and low/no queuing. Chair lifts are fast and well maintained. Popular runs are serviced by six seated bubble lifts with protection from wind and snow. Sometimes they even have heated seats. We often got our own "private" gondolas and chair lifts.

4) Value for Money Food 

Forget paying EUR 16 for a crepe suzette in Courcheval. In Austria you can lunch heartily for under EUR 10. The best stomach filler is Tiroler Gröstl, which is a saucy potato hash with sausages/bacon and a fried egg on top. In Angertal, it was EUR 8 and that's all you can fill on your plate. Fancier meals like schitnzel and chips is EUR12-14. The quality of the food is excellent. My cheapest lunch was wurst with bread for EUR 3.80. At Grossarler Panoramastub'n, we had hearty goulash soup with wurst and leberknoedel soup with drinks for under EUR 20. That's far better value than a large goulash soup in Zermatt for CHF 20! 

And the kind bartender gave us free shots of schapps. Bless him!

5) Proximity to Salzburg
Transfer time from the airport to Bad Gastein is under 2 hours. Not bad considering it took us 4 hours to get from Lyon to Le Tania. Bad Gastein has a regular train service from Salzburg. It's only an hour and a half away. You can day trip to Salzburg if you wanted to a break from skiing.

6) Free Wifi on the Slopes 
There are 400 wifi hot spots around lift stations and huts. While it's slow around lunchtime (we did'nt use it any other time), free internet is a luxury if you're trying to stay in touch with people without international roaming.

7) The Town of Bad Gastein 
It's peaceful with a magnificent waterfall. We could hear it from our hotel room. There's a thermal spa ("bad"=bath) in the center of town to relax after skiing. They have an outdoor hot pool which you swim from the inside. When it's snowing, its added "bliss" because you can roll in it directly from hot pool or sauna!