Tips for aliens in New York:
Land anywhere, Central Park, anywhere. No on will care or indeed even notice.
Surviving: get a job as a cabdriver immediately. A cabdriver's job is to drive people anywhere they want to go in big yellow machines called taxis. Don't worry if you don't know how the machine works and you can't speak the language, don't understand the geography or indeed the basic physics of the area, and have large green antennae growing out of your head. Believe me, this is the best way of staying inconspicuous.
If your body is really weird, try showing it to people in the streets for money.
Amphibious life forms from any of the worlds in the Swulling, Noxios, or Nausalia systems will particularly enjoy the East River, which is said to be richer in those lovely life-giving nutrients than the finest and most virulent laboratory slime yet achieved.
Having fun: this is the big section. It is impossible to have more fun without electrocuting your pleasure center….
A beach somewhere along the hundreds of miles of coastline that runs west from Los Angeles:
…junky, wunky, lunky, stunky, and what's that other word, and all kinds of bad stuff, woo…
…like several thousand square miles of American Express junk mail, but without the same sense of moral depth. Plus the air is, for some reason, yellow.
…a good place to go. It's very easy to believe that everyone you meet there also is a space traveler. Starting a new religion for you is just their way of saying 'hi.' Until you've settled in and got the hang of the place it is best to say 'no' to three questions out of any given four that anyone may ask you, because there are some very strange things going on there, some of which an unsuspecting alien could die of.
The hundreds of curling miles of cliffs and sand, palm trees, breakers, and sunsets are described in the Guide as boffo. A good one.