Bright lights of Vegas
Trip Start Apr 11, 2005
54Trip End ??? ??, 2006
After spending the last two weeks in the tranquil National Parks Vegas is a bit of a shock to the system. It's loud, full of drunks and far too hot (43c).
The first couple of days were spent adjusting. We hid in our room and got a lot of room service. Late on day two we felt we were ready to venture out onto the strip to take in some of the sights and sounds. We eased in with a stroll upto TI (Treasure Island) for their free show "Sirens". Basically a pirate is taken captive by sirens and his ship comes to rescue him, the ship is sank etc. Not a bad way to go looking at the sirens!!!
That night was to be a break-even sort of night on the gambling front, as was every other night
Vegas is a bit of a strange place, people go to bed when your getting up, others have dinner as you have breakfast and everyone is always drinking. It's the only place in America that I have seen people walking down the street with open beers and that at 8am!
Our week in Vegas was fun but we didn't leave the strip until the last day as it had been far too hot. We finally made our minds up that we would visit Houver Dam and the Valley of fire, which was an awsome site with burning red rocks that haven't been touched in over 150 million years. We decided to get a car and make the trip ourselves (it was that or sit with old folk on a bus) boy are we glad we did. The lady that sorted the car out for us was Scotish, she said she was going to let us have a full sized car for the price of a small hire (20pounds) gave us a wink and told us it was on the 5th floor. To my delight it turned out to be a Mustang Convertable. Hood down, sunnies on, bit of skirt in the passenger seat and we were on our way cruising the strip. That car made my week, it was lots of fun and gave a roar that made you wet yourself everytime. Needless to say the evening was spent cruising the strip with the hood down and R&B pumping out the speakers. We were in the club, it reminded me of biking as when your on a bike and pass another rider theres that air of respect as they nod to acknowledge you and its the same in the mustang the American Muscle car. Other drivers in their inferior cars stared whilst other Mustang drivers waved as you passed them by. It was great, it was living, it was too short a time. I'd have slept there if KT would have allowed me.
The next day it was returned and we were to start our journey to New Zealand.