Bronx-one: Elan 7N |Ilford 100 Delta| 100mm
I arrived December 29th at around five pm in Newark, New Jersey. I'll have to admit that despite it not being the first time I traveled alone, I was a bit nervous. Eager, but nervous. I had promised and ther person who was letting me stay in their apartment in South Bronx that I would take the initiative to learn the transportation system before flying to New york, but that never hapened. Somewhere between trying to set everything so i could disapear for a week, and trying not to forget to pack anything, I had missed my chance to study the subway routes. As I began to navigate around the aiport, I began to wonder if it would have even mattered. I knew where I had to get to, just not exactly how, but that's the fun part part right. Penn Station, if I repeat the word to enough people, someone is bound to point me in the right direction.Right? I made it onto a bus that would take me there. I needed $1.75 for the fare, I had mostly large bills and one five, which I decided to stick into the machine in hopes of some magical change."No change" was all the bus driver said as he tried to stop me, it was to late, and I accepted my lost $3.25. I was off to a wonderfull start.