A day of great contrasts. A comfortable night at the Best Western in Kingman complete with a printer so we could vote in the NZ elections (don't ask, they make the process very complicated) and off to the Grand Canyon Western Rim.
We’d booked a ride in a helicopter down to the bottom of the canyon for a short ride on a boat and lunch. This turned out to be excellent, except for the lunch which was a prepackaged sandwich of questionable vintage (it was Monday after all). Another tick on the bucket list.
Onward to Vegas the temperature climbed reaching 108F at one point. A brief stop at the impressive Hoover Dam for a photo was all we could manage and then a dice with the traffic in the cities rush hour. Terrifying.
The hotel (another Best Western) reception is hidden in a cavern of flashing fruit machines but has parking. The rooms are hidden at the back thankfully away from the ‘strip’ so apart from the very noisy air conditioning it’s quiet.
The ‘strip’ itself is an experience. Madly busy with extravagance everywhere, buildings, lights, bars and of course casinos. We struggle to see the appeal and although we had intended to have a ‘flutter’ ended up not doing so as we found it hard to see the point. Very few, if any of the punters seemed to be having fun.
Dinner was very expensive but nice at Mon Ami Gabi, a French style bistro on the ‘strip’.
Overall we loved the Canyon but Vegas? Not so much. We’ll be leaving tomorrow.
Most memorable is the smoking everywhere (yes inside too), partly because it’s in our clothes and the smell is still with us.