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We arrived in New York late in the evening and our cab driver practically threw us and our bags onto the sidewalk in a rather seedy area near the Hudson River. Upon entry to our supposed accommodation there was a large sheet of bullet proof glass between us and the desk clerk. We also remarked the signs pinned up on the walls that read, "do not let so and so in as he had drugs" and anther saying "not to let another so and so in due to him having a gun on the premises". I looked at my travel partner and wondered if this was a joke.

The hotel had lost our booking and proceeded to offer us a bed for 30 US dollars each. We entered a lift - it was a wind up lift. We walked down the corridor having to turn sideways and then came the room. It was the size of a hotel bathroom, the bed was somewhat smaller than a normal single bed [there was only one bed] and there was just enough room for our bags. We decided to go and get some coffee knowing we would not be able to sleep well. We went to Starbucks in the East Village and then found a garden area.

While sitting there relaxing, a passer by stopped and said "my you are brave". "Pardon", I said and he repeated the statement. I asked him what he meant and he made a comment about all the rats that wander around there at night. I looked down and what did I see but several huge dirty brown rats. I grabbed my backpack and went inside Starbucks, telling my friend that I needed to freshen up. I went into the toilet and seconds later I let out an almighty scream.

One of those dirty rats had tried to make my backpack its bed for the night and when I put the bag down it scampered out. My friend heard me yell and both he and a worker at the coffee shop were banging on the door. I opened it and in came the worker with his broom swiping at the rat.

We made our way back to the baby sized bed were we could only laugh hysterically.That is part of the reason that I fell in love with New York City. I have been back 2 times and it never fails to amuse me.