The drive to Las Vegas was quite impressive, the dry, rocky desert is strangely appealing to me. We drove through mountains and then swooped down into Las Vegas, the bizarre island of a city seemingly stranded in the middle of nowhere.
I arrived in the late afternoon but was unable to make contact with my host. After a couple of hours of sitting at the Greyhound station and trying to call her every 30 minutes or so I gave up and booked into a hostel on Fremont street. Although in a grotty area its clean, the spacious rooms are on 3 floors that surround a swimming pool and hot tub. I ate, made myself at home and once it had gone dark I walked down the strip.
Las Vegas is like Blackpool, put in a jar, steroids and speed added to it and then shaken up. It's a bizarre place, devoid of all reality, it's like Disneyland for adults ! however a part of me can understand the attraction. It really is impressive, each casino/hotal attempts to outdo the other with light shows, performances, music. Outside Treasure Island the spectacular battle between huge pirate ships took place, pyrotechnics drawing huge crowds. The Mirage had impressive waterfalls that eventually 'erupted' as the volcano came alive, spitting out flames. Newly married couples walked down the street, bottles of beer in their hands. Children up way past their bed time, stared wide eyed, or were asleep in their push chairs. People took gondola rides outside the Venetian, rollercoasters screeched over head and the flashing cameras went on and on like never ending lightening. I got back to the hostel hot and sticky (the heat was beyond anything I had experienced at that time of night) and extremely foot sore .............
posted by KP @ 11:25 PM
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