Wednesday, 4 November 2009

from Death Valley to Las Vegas

Via a (frankly disappointing) ghost town and a much more interesting and amusing public art exhibition in the middle of nowhere – we headed to Vegas.

Some sculpture chap from Belgium decided that it would be a jolly wheeze to place a version of the Last Supper just outside Beatty. We decided it was in the league of Scotty's Castle, so off we went. We thought it fun.

Also fun was the invasion of 3,000 bikers for a weekend in Beatty, who all decided to leave for breakfast at the same time. They were mostly big and hairy – including the women – but actually rather sweet.

We arrived in Las Vegas in good time, and since I last came, about 13 years ago, it's all changed. We coped with the six line highway in to the city and drew up to the VERY extravagant Paris Las Vegas, complete with miniature Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triomphe. Plus a variety of stripey-shirted valets.

Again, the pictures tell their own story, so we'll let them do it for us.

A very special thanks to Sarah and Charlie, who bought us a ride in a gondola in the Venetian Hotel. We chose to take our ride inside, and were transported under a few bridges feeling a bit like we were extras in “The Truman Show”....something about the cyclorama stretched above us. To top everything, our singing gondolier was a charming lady name of Isabella (not too sure about the Italian heritage) who studied at the Mountview Theatre School in – you guessed it – Crouch End! Isabella, from Crouch End.... Just part of the wierdness that personifies Las Vegas......




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