Viva Las Vegas!
Trip Start Mar 10, 2011
34Trip End May 05, 2011
Map your own trip!
Show trip route
Where I stayed
Bellagio Las Vegas
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Needless to say that after so many days away from the bright lights we were excited to have the whiff of civilisation. Not that it is necessarily civilised or it was possible not to be giddy here. The City is a spectacular show in itself, gaudy and debaucherous. It rises spectacularly out of the Nevada desert with extravagant casinos costumed each by more outrageous decorum. As you progress down the strip there is the Wynn, behind its mountain; the Mirage cheekily spying though its Oasis; Caesar's and grand reconstructions of Rome; flashing lights of Casino Royale; Bally, Venetian and New York, New York with "miniatures" of their home cities; MGM with a golden lion and Luxor with its own Pyramids. The Bellagio merely IS, standing rigidly behind its veil of water. The city transforms night into day and these banners are a beacon to all varieties of sin
We dined at the generous but overcrowded buffet and as such we were left rushing for our show. Finally making it with few breaths to spare we were treated to another spectacle. Mystere is a traditional Cirque show blending elements of circus, humour, music and light to create a canvas for insane acrobatics. We were thoroughly breathless by the end to celebrate our indulgence, we bathed.
The morning came slowly, and we headed for the gun range. Guns are unique right of Americans among the Western world. Regardless of the morality and legality I was convinced this was an essential experience of this country and after one failed attempt this trip, I had steeled myself for a second. This was certainly less difficult than the first. No security checks, no questions, thirty minutes and two automatic rifles later I was finished. Shaken by the sheer simplicity of it all. On reflection all I could remember was being handed the gun. From there there was only sound and surging adrenaline. As I depressed the trigger a shower of phosphorus rained over me with the deafening clap of the shells. I was paralysed into movement. Simultaneously the most frightening and intoxicating experience in my life.
Still dumbstruck we departed Las Vegas. On our way we stooped by Hoover Dam. An engineering marvel designed to control the wild floods of the Colorado River over the desert plains, there was little for me to take in beyond its sheer ambition. I never found out, but perhaps the subsequent lake that was formed is a good placeto wash away the sins from the city.
My Review Of The Place I Stayed