Day 3 - Part 3 - Vegas Baybeee!

The Las Vegas Strip. An extra crispy version of my wife is passed out for a short kip and I’m heading out to the corner store to get us some energy drinks. Let her sleep for another hour and then we are hitting the strip! Vegas Baybeee!

The corner store sells beer? No, no Douglas. Not beer – energy drinks. Focus man. Fridge 1, fridge 2 and I find the Monster drinks. Fridge 3 and …. Hmm, Whiskey Beer? Okay – maybe a couple of those as well.

I had a cold shower and smashed the whiskey beer while waiting for Barbara’s sleep timer to go off.

Top Tip No: 4 : Whisky Beer tastes exactly as the bottle says – whisky flavoured beer. To try explain that further:  Take cheap whisky, probably made by some dude with no teeth who has moonshine in his cornflakes, add extra light beer and a pinch of ass. Not a winner.

The time is 23:00, after hitting the road 18 hours and 500 miles earlier, I forced crispy-wife out of bed and into another cold shower. If you recall she almost pegged from heat stroke earlier today? She's looking ...well...she's moving about alright although she seems quite sensitive to light.

Change of clothes and we head out to see the Bellagio fountains. You know the ones from Ocean Eleven? That’s the plan. We stayed at a Motel 6 a block away from the strip and a stones throw from the Bellagio.

We were both surprised at the amount of hobo’s living on the walkways there. Didn’t expect that. What we did expect was the massive lights, endless streams of peoples and a buzz of activity that is second to none. Every street has people on it heading in a thousand different directions. It is almost midnight and this place looks like Pokémon Go headquarters.

MGM Grand, New York New York, Monte Carlo, hobo, Hard Rock Café, Planet Hollywood, hobo, Gucci, D&G, hobo, Wonder Women cosplay and finally the Bellagio. Its the huge curved building just past the hobo on the left. We got there at midnight and figured we would just wait about for the next show. Twenty minutes later, with the Monster energy drink fading fast, we find out there is no next show – midnight is the last show. Darn.

That was it. That was Vegas. No Caesars Palace, no roulette, no fancy drinks. We just wandered about, trampling over strip club coupons stuck together by chewing gum. Rather unimpressed with the whole lot. If bright lights, tourist traps and making it rain dollar bills is your thing there is no place better than Vegas. But, it is far from the cultural and historical epicenter of America.

To be fair to Vegas we were both pretty buggered from the day’s travels as well. We hit the hay around 2am to get some rest in. After all, we are up at sunrise for the next leg. 3 hours sleep is plenty.

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