Two days in Vegas and my feet are killing
me! And no, unlike some of the ladies on The Strip, I am not wearing killer
heels, merely by Havianas. The buildings are so large and their signage so
clear they appear so close to where you’re standing and an easy walk…
We arrived at our RV park at Circus Circus
– check out the neighbours front garden!
(Bugger - it's on my camera and I can't get it off - the fake grass and flowers and solar lights will have to wait...)
As it so happened, by brother Will,
his partner Angela and her niece Sarah were all in town. They swung past the
park (as I did yet more washing) before they headed off to their chopper tour
of the Grand Canyon and we headed into town. Over the top is an understatement
in Vegas and curiously, it’s almost impossible to get into any venue in any
hotel without passing through a couple of acres of casino – with a six year old
who keeps yelling ‘can I play a game?’ and plonking herself down at any
available seat at any opportunity.
First stop – The Venetian where we took the
gondola through the imitation canals under the imitation blue sky to the real
singing of our paddler. As an activity,
the cost per person per minute (including tip) was probably comparable to the
helicopter ride. But it had to be done.
What we quickly learnt was that everything
takes much longer than you think. The line up for the tickets was ridiculous
given how few people there were in the queue and many people were behind the
counter – chattin’ away – to each other! A fellow Australian sidled up and gave
them a little serve – they could not care less. Tickets purchased, get to line
to get on the gondola – oh, no, these tickets are for in 40 minutes time. (None
of the chatters mentioned that.) Anyways,
(yes, that was deliberate and not a typo!) time to grab a bite at the food
court.
On the way we see a devastatingly tall and
handsome man, applying (and assume selling) make up to an woman in her late
50s. She’s batting her eye lashes as her poor short, skinny husband stares
straight ahead and tried to smooth over his comb over, looking extremely uncomfortable.
After we finally have our ride, we buy
tickets for the Variety Show at 7pm. It takes us the full hour to get about 5
hotels up The Strip on the bus. We can’t find the theatre, find some fellow
patrons and the seven of us negotiate more acres of pokies to finally reach our
destination by 7.04pm. The show is hilarious – I won’t try and translate, it
won’t work. But Geoff was called up as a volunteer, which added to our
entertainment. We had sore cheeks and tummies from laughing so hard.
Over the road to The Cosmopolitan for
dinner with the relatives before heading back to the RV park.
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