It's the end of our day in Las Vegas. Thank god. Driving into the city we could see the thick brown haze sitting on top of the city like a showgirl's feather. It took us a good half an hour to travel about a mile on the freeway before turning onto the infamous 'Strip', where we are staying in the garish Flamingo hotel and casino, formerly owned (I kind of like this part) by the mob.
We spent the day today wandering up and down the strip exploring the various casinoes, and saw such delights as a 5-ish-storey high coke bottle, a miniature Manhattan, some really bored lions, some really expensive coffee, and excess, excess, excess, excess, excess (you get my point).
The contrast could not be more marked between today and yesterday, when we continued for an hour past Las Vegas to visit the Valley of Fire State Park, secluded and perfectly quiet, where the ancient, weathered rock burned red in the late afternoon light, and we drove away as the sun set over the dark, distinct mountains with a sliver of moon accenting it all.
We spent the day today wandering up and down the strip exploring the various casinoes, and saw such delights as a 5-ish-storey high coke bottle, a miniature Manhattan, some really bored lions, some really expensive coffee, and excess, excess, excess, excess, excess (you get my point).
The contrast could not be more marked between today and yesterday, when we continued for an hour past Las Vegas to visit the Valley of Fire State Park, secluded and perfectly quiet, where the ancient, weathered rock burned red in the late afternoon light, and we drove away as the sun set over the dark, distinct mountains with a sliver of moon accenting it all.
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