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Day Five. Still waiting for power on our floor, but we're comfortable in our scavenging. The flights of stairs are slowly wearing on us.
My ragtag band of survivors have decided to venture downtown.
No sign of strange alien monsters
I took a warm shower this morning at the NYU gym near my dorm. And hey, I will take communal showers if it means warm water.
One of my ragtag band of survivors was called home to Philly, so I walked her halfway to Penn Station (or at least to where there were working traffic lights).
Down to four, we once again headed to Weinstein for food. But wait! Courtesy of funding from JetBlue, a trio of foodtrucks were offering free food. Which is a particularly wonderful sort of food.
Armed with shawarma (mine), waffles, and dumplings, we charged up at Weinstein then headed downtown.
Now, this is where the damage is still felt. Where power is still being restored and civilization is still yet to return. These streets are empty. SoHo is deserted.
Empty.
Chinatown had a bit more life and further downtown there were some people sightseeing and people cleaning up. We decided to really go all I Am Legend on this and hit up the South Street Seaport. So we did, looked around, admired the Brooklyn Bridge and all.
Sightseeing done, we trekked back uptown to campus for dinner and a stand up comedy show NYU had orgainized for us.
But the real delight came when we finally made our way back to the dorms.
The lights were on.
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