Las Vegas was never on our original itinerary, instead we were to head North up the I19 to Salt Lake City, but one of the joys of this type of holiday is that little need be set in stone. So we pulled out our ‘Craps for Dummies’ book and dusted down our chips and away we went. We were persuaded it would be a good destination because we could cross the Hoover Dam, which Rich described as a rival to the Grand Canyon. Well if it was then I missed something. It was a wall that was built into the rock and it held back water. More impressive was the beginnings of a bridge which they were building to span the gorge. The rest of the journey was scenic but unvarying. There is just so much that you can say about a desert.
Anyway, Las Vegas RV site boasted a pool, a hot tub, a beach and spacious unisex shower rooms. We parked up, did all the usual stuff of hooking up and leveling and then swam a bit before deciding to see the town. Unfortunately, the promised shuttle had gone bust, probably a Vegas thing so we taxi-ed to Fremont Street. The old town where the early investors gambled firstly on building a Casino in the desert and secondly in the casino in the desert. We chose to eat in the Golden Nugget, the original LV casino. It boasted 9.1 million light bulbs and some original fixtures. We saw some of the bulbs and tasted some of the original beef before ‘folding’ and leaving. The covered street however was of a very different quality. Think a covered Covent Garden. There avenue was alive with shops, casinos, entertainers and people – people of all nationalities and types. Dress style was to the other extreme from that in NC.
First up was a light and sound show. Images of Queen projected on the covered street ceiling were accompanied by vibrating tracks of their music. No sooner had that finished, then we were amazed by the motor cyclists in the Silver Wheel. One, then two and finally three rode the inside of the wheel, horizontally and vertically.
Reluctantly, we moved on. Up and back down the street, looking for memories that we had previously missed. The further down the street we traveled, the less sure I was that I should be there. The proliferation of pawn shops is an indicator that I use, fairly or unfairly. I believe that one should listen to one’s instincts so we turned back and taxied home. It’s funny how interchangeably one can use that word – home. First the UK, the NC and now an RV. Perhaps ‘home’ is something that has initials.
Anyway, Las Vegas RV site boasted a pool, a hot tub, a beach and spacious unisex shower rooms. We parked up, did all the usual stuff of hooking up and leveling and then swam a bit before deciding to see the town. Unfortunately, the promised shuttle had gone bust, probably a Vegas thing so we taxi-ed to Fremont Street. The old town where the early investors gambled firstly on building a Casino in the desert and secondly in the casino in the desert. We chose to eat in the Golden Nugget, the original LV casino. It boasted 9.1 million light bulbs and some original fixtures. We saw some of the bulbs and tasted some of the original beef before ‘folding’ and leaving. The covered street however was of a very different quality. Think a covered Covent Garden. There avenue was alive with shops, casinos, entertainers and people – people of all nationalities and types. Dress style was to the other extreme from that in NC.
First up was a light and sound show. Images of Queen projected on the covered street ceiling were accompanied by vibrating tracks of their music. No sooner had that finished, then we were amazed by the motor cyclists in the Silver Wheel. One, then two and finally three rode the inside of the wheel, horizontally and vertically.
Reluctantly, we moved on. Up and back down the street, looking for memories that we had previously missed. The further down the street we traveled, the less sure I was that I should be there. The proliferation of pawn shops is an indicator that I use, fairly or unfairly. I believe that one should listen to one’s instincts so we turned back and taxied home. It’s funny how interchangeably one can use that word – home. First the UK, the NC and now an RV. Perhaps ‘home’ is something that has initials.
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