Day 10 Hair and Central park

After we woke up we all decided, after a pillow fight with feather filled pillows whilst dressed in light blue and pink pyjamas, we would all go and get our hair done. In a fit of excitement and ecstatic joy in my new found bestest friends i decided to go first- i straightened my fingers and stiffened my wrist, cupped the top back of my head and and firmly but gently pressed downward and proceeded to my forehead...DONE! For those who dont know, this process doesnt work on girls' hair because it hasnt taken 3 hours and my weekly wage. After waiting the entire morning in the apartment consoling myself with comical thoughts of them coming back bald, the girls came back looking like they had just left, but poorer.

Though they both completely did not understand my frustration, they interpreted my anger for hunger, and so Bec made me a beautiful tomato and methylated spirit toasted sandwich. After vomiting shards of my liver, we were ready to go to central park.

Central park was really beautiful, the deciduous trees crawl and climb over the sky line giving it an incredibly charming character. The landscape was absolutely beautiful and we came across a staircase with huge sandstone balustrades endowed with extravagantly carved cast iron decorations. Everything was going swell until i saw a street artist and had the bright idea of getting a portrait drawn of Bec and myself to capture the memories of the beautiful moment. The artist spoke as much English as an Ewok- he could only point and grunt sounds that mimicked popping open a bag of potato chips. We both sat down in front of him and it appeared as though he was looking at us and replicating the light and shade in our faces on to his canvas in a 'still life' masterpiece of chalk. He scratched away with his chalk a resulting image that looked as though he had drawn the fond and distant memory of the wife and son he had left back home to come to the land of opportunity where he could draw enough pictures to pay his way though ART SCHOOL!! Maybe he didnt understand our intention and he thought we wanted a portrait of his family... BUT Why the hell did he keep looking at us as though he was drawing us?? Ive uploaded the photo for your viewing pleasure. His charges were huge but i took some solstice in the fact that he was incredibly ecstatic when i actually paid him the money- which was literally enough to sponsor a kid in Cambodia for a whole year.

After the shocking drawing- which took more than an hour- we went to the "BOATHOUSE' on the lake. We all ordered from a really high society menu and the food was really good- except for Daisy's dish- which was a grilled fish served in a plate of its own piss.....with vegetables- so that its healthy