To Las Vegas
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We flew down to Las Vegas on Friday.
The chaos at the Airport is in keeping with the flavour and character of the town. Masses and Masses of hopefuls with full pockets arriving and and masses upon masses of dejected with empty pockets departing.
We took the shuttle bus to the car rental place and John joined the queue to register and pick up our sedate compact.
He finally got to the front of the queue and was summonsed to a counter by a clerk. As he made his way to the counter a very fat hairy Indian lady barged in front of him and attempted to engage the clerk. John "politely" advised her that he had been called to the counter and that she should be aware of and follow proper protocol to be served. After some toing and froing the clerk finally told the dear lady that she was going to serve John and that she should go to the back of the queue, which she reluctantly did. Regrettably she tried to kill him with her glares all the time. Not helping the situation at all. The boy was fuming.
Now what this individuals did not realise was that I had to drive hundreds of kilometers with my son, who had been raging the night before, collapsed on the couch and not had enough sleep and I still had a lot more planned for my life and did not want to end it on the barren wastes of the Nevada dessert.
To make matters worse instead of getting the sedate sedan we booked we had our choice of any dam SUV.
So once again I placed my life in my son's hands as we roared out into the dessert heat with me buckling up as quickly as I could.
It is a very hot town and not much to look at during the day, apart from the obvious fact that in one part of the town there is this strip of very tall buildings.
The chaos at the Airport is in keeping with the flavour and character of the town. Masses and Masses of hopefuls with full pockets arriving and and masses upon masses of dejected with empty pockets departing.
We took the shuttle bus to the car rental place and John joined the queue to register and pick up our sedate compact.
He finally got to the front of the queue and was summonsed to a counter by a clerk. As he made his way to the counter a very fat hairy Indian lady barged in front of him and attempted to engage the clerk. John "politely" advised her that he had been called to the counter and that she should be aware of and follow proper protocol to be served. After some toing and froing the clerk finally told the dear lady that she was going to serve John and that she should go to the back of the queue, which she reluctantly did. Regrettably she tried to kill him with her glares all the time. Not helping the situation at all. The boy was fuming.
Now what this individuals did not realise was that I had to drive hundreds of kilometers with my son, who had been raging the night before, collapsed on the couch and not had enough sleep and I still had a lot more planned for my life and did not want to end it on the barren wastes of the Nevada dessert.
To make matters worse instead of getting the sedate sedan we booked we had our choice of any dam SUV.
So once again I placed my life in my son's hands as we roared out into the dessert heat with me buckling up as quickly as I could.
It is a very hot town and not much to look at during the day, apart from the obvious fact that in one part of the town there is this strip of very tall buildings.
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We walked into the reception at Caesars Palace and I was immediately blown away by the size of everything, humongous statutes and fountains inside the reception area. Everything is oversize. There were more receptionists processing people than I have seen at an airline check in – seriously and there were queues of people checking in.
John's hotel accommodation mojo was working overtime. We had booked a standard room and subsequent to check in proceeded to our floor and room 2952.
John had hoped to get a room facing the Bellagio Hotel and its famous fountains and started to doubt that he had succeeded as we approached the room.
We opened the double doors and mama mia we were in a huge suite, I mean suite with separate lounge and dining areas, complete huge lounge and dining suites. It had three bathrooms. It not only had views directly over the fountain from the bedroom but also a view of the strip from the lounge.
We actually went back out into the passage to ensure that the room number matched that on the key pouch.
We took the lift down to the casino area and it is very difficult to explain but as you walk out of the casino per se you appear to enter a town square at dusk complete with 2 storey buildings all lit up with posh retail outlets, street lights on cobbled streets and roman statues on the building parapets. I say a town square at dusk because above you there is a pale blue sky with soft white clouds and a hint of sunset, with enormous copies of the Trevi and other fountains complete, horses and water and this goes on forever. It appears that the whole acreage of the complex has this subterranean alternative existence of a permanent cool and relaxing evening. Outside of course it is a cloudless sky and mid afternoon and about 40 degrees.
Back on the outside eventually night falls and everything changes. You have Times Square on steroids. The entire strip is a kaleidoscope of light. Every building tries to outdo its neighbour with the size of the neon displays and changing colours.
We dressed appropriately for two cool dudes for a night on the town and hit the strip.
People of all shapes and sizes moved down the walk ways like a human tide, with gaggles of girls everywhere in little black numbers that were way too short and heels that were way too high.
We had dinner on the 107 th floor of the tallest building in the town with a 360 degree view over the city and I am going to let the photo’s speak for themselves again rather than try and describe it all.
After dinner the old man headed for bed and number one son decided to hit the town.
We were due to leave early the next morning to head out to the Hoover dam and Grand Canyon.
Well the boy nearly killed me when I woke up bright and early and he was nowhere in sight in the bedroom. Only a parent can fathom the number of possible reasons for his absence and actions I would have to take to try and find him, that flashed through my mind in a nano second.
I stumbled through to the lounge, and to my great relief, there he was spread out on the couch.
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