Travelodge Las Vegas Center Strip
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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Tonight we are back in California, in the town of Needles which lies in the never ending and generally uninteresting Mojave Desert. This morning we drove around 200 miles, partly on the historic Route 66, south west from the South Rim of the Grand Canyon and spent the sunny afternoon lying around, and in, the hotel pool and jacuzzi before walking …
... California border, down there you switch in and out these states within miles, never knowing if it's illegal to touch your cell phone or not. The Mohave desert is extremely green. Last week flash floods from the monsoons turned all the vegetation green. The Joshua trees are pretty. Traveling down US 95 would be interesting in the bike, lots of ups and downs through the desert. I guess that you can say that if traveling around the North American continent was a ball diamond, ...
... side of the road and the contrast in colours and shapes was a far cry from the flat landscape we had just come from. We passed by the Hoover Dam, and the shimmering lake created by stopping up the Colorado river just outside Las Vegas. We also passed by pretty Boulder City, but did not drive through this time.
Finally, we arrived back into the hustle and bustle of Vegas. It was a culture shock to have gone from such serene and scenic places into choked roads, ...
... holidays within the Jewish calendar. Many understand the chanukiyah as being a menorah, however you can find in fact a substantial variance in the two pieces of Judaica. A chanukkiyah is often a candelabrum with eight candleholders (branches) in the row as and also a ninth candleholder set a bit above the Other folks. It differs from a menorah, that has seven branches and began Employed ...
It did not really sink in where we were, what we were doing, and who we were likely to meet until we went to the vendors room. We walked around in a (predictably) linear pattern, and approached one table about half way through with a picture of Admiral Nechayev and a lady was there minding the table. We started talking to her about Nechayev being a hard-ass Admiral, as she should be, when she piped up, "That's me." Both Jessica and I did a double take; this woman ...