Nevada

We arrived in Vegas at tea time on the 6th August, and began by driving down the strip, or rather queuing down the strip which was extremely busy. Vegas looked much as I remembered it from the last time and I can’t say that I felt terribly happy to be back there!

Dave and Rachel seemed excited though and there were murmurings of ‘doesn’t look that bad…!’ from the back seat whilst Steve and I moaned in the front. We did see a shit Elvis impersonator caterwauling away in a booth at the side of the road though, which was quite amusing.

We booked into a scummy motel next to one of the instant wedding places at the top of the strip, replete with matted 70s shag pile and a marriage service available at reception. After unpacking (whilst trying not to look too closely at the carpet) we headed into the Riviera casino, where Dave promptly won a shitload of money on a slot machine. A slot machine, in fact, which had eaten $5 of my money and paid me out bugger all only moments before. Dave then lost all of his money by being a bit inept at roulette, which was funny but also probably the start of his gambling problems :)

We left Vegas the next morning, driving over the Hoover Dam (where they seem to be in the process of building another bridge) and into Arizona.

I took several photographs in Vegas and then deleted them all, concluding that this one really summed the place up. Cold beer, dirty girls and chicken; what more could a man want out of life? ¹

Las Vegas

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