One night in Pahrump: Taco Bell, locals, beer pong

Trip Start May 27, 2009
Trip End Jun 08, 2009

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Had a kip and met some locals

Flag of United States  , Nevada
Friday, June 5, 2009

We arrived in Pahrump to be greeted with a large billboard displaying the mug of some Latino dick wanted for murdering a local woman there some time ago. This was the biggest wanted poster I've ever seen, the dude on it was proper ugly too. It did make us wonder what we were getting into a little bit as it definitely seemed to be another red neck town, probably best to watch our mouths we thought, especially after seeing the bumper sticker on a truck with a picture of Uncle Sam pointing that read "I want YOU, to speak English!"  Subtlety obviously wasn't their forte here.

We pulled into the carpark at about 8pm, caked in dust and absolutely shafted from being in the desert and running around Death Valley all day. We'd been on the go since 4am, 16 hours on the road. The room was decent enough, pretty spacious and the telly worked so that was all we needed. The food selection was a bit poor, and they didn't really have much in the way for Ad who is a veggie, so we went to Taco Bell for more greasy specimins, whilst we were in there we got talking to a local kid called Timmy, bout 19 years old who invited us to "party" with him when we got off work. 'What the hell' we thought, let's rock this n show em how we do it Midlands style. He came n took us to his house about an hour later where we were introduced to beer pong!  Genius game: look it up, i can't be bothered to explain it here but great fun. Basically it involves throwing ping pong balls into cups, and booze related penalties if you miss.

It was a totally random experience but a welcome one, we hadn't had chance to hang out with too many locals since hitting the desert and these kids were really accommodating, gave us shed loads of booze and some good memories. All cos we were two random English guys who happened to be in their little town, which apparently never happens. Many thanks to Timmy for the party, Eddie for driving us around (dude you were a legend), and their lady friends who's names escape me.
- Desert hospitality rules.

Next day it was up and onwards to plastic fantastic Las Vegas and all it's neon glory.
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