1 am the next day saw me at JFK airport, and a death-defying drive into the city with a Haitian driver trying out for the Indy 500 next year. I gave up protesting at the speed, because when I did, he turned around to the back seat, with his eyes completely off the road, to ask what I was saying, since he could not hear me due to the blaring French radio programme!!! He then proceeded to consult the screen of his cell-phone while passing every other vehicle on the freeway - fingernail grooves were worn deep into my palms by the time I reached Steve's apartment. Today has been a quiet day, with a little wandering around, and a trip to the supermarket to stock up on some supplies for a bit of home cooking. Proper sightseeing will start tomorrow.......
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