1 September 2022

Entering Vegas

 The last day of my driving today, going from Flagstaff to Las Vegas.  Arizona did it’s best to ruin the car’s tyres with their potholed roads and poor drivers but I managed to make it into Nevada and the immediately better roads.  I guess the casino money helps, but it was a complete nightmare working through all the lanes and change overs. Much to my surprise and immense relief I parked the car and said a fond farewell – it had seen me through my first USA driving and didn’t let me down.

Now for the madness that is Las Vegas.

Must be a holiday, nobody’s around. I found out why when I stepped out into the sunshine.  

It’s a bit hot here.

Shaky photo but my rum & coke to settle my nerves after that on the Vegas Freeway.  It was very weird having the barman ask if it was to have there or to go.  Drinking in the street is legal here and so many people have large 500ml cans of beer (Bud Light – spew) or bizarre shaped yard glass type things that contain a cocktail.  I don’t think I’ll be doing that, it just seems like such a bad bad idea.

The view from my hotel room.  The roof of the casino does feature heavily but at least I can see sky and some of the surrounding buildings.  The Vegas strip is just past the edge of the roof.

Some sort of Lady performs here, with some of her costumes.  

There was a hat made of a silver lobster which was particularly revolting.

Eataly – the Italian themed posh food hall at the hotel

The strip is a bit wide and crazy – luckily there are walkways over the road, fed by escalators.  I feel very slender here compared to some people around, driving their scooters into shops.  

They weren’t at Walmart, there are here!

The particularly lush strip in the middle of the road is made of artificial grass, although I think the trees are real.  Probably the only real things here.

Raising Cane’s chicken fingers.  Does what is says on the box I guess. They were good, apart from the Texas Toast in the top right hand corner, that was just odd.  And cold.  It was French toast but fatter so I guess it was quite Texan.

Some sort of sports shop, nothing for me here.  I actually took this photo because it was around here that I swear my shoes started to feel a little… melty on the soles.

The Coca Cola store, selling more Coke branded merchandise than you can poke a Pepsi bottle at.

It’s a bit darker outside now so I’m going for a wander down the strip to see the Bellagio fountain in the hopes it might be slightly cooler.

Bollocks it’s any cooler – apparently it’s still 41c outside.

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