We flew out of LAX at 9.30 pm, on a very quiet flight, and were at our hotel on the Strip by 11.30pm. First impressions of Las Vegs have to include: slot machines everywhere....airport, restaurants, lobbies, gas stations....everywhere, limos.....Very long super stretched Limos everywhere, this town does not sleep, the streets are packed even at 1am, the music is blaring, the people are raving....and gambling.
We were pretty hungry so went for a walk to find food, even though it's midnight. Everything is still open, and the touts are about. Noisy, busy and bouncing...too much for this small town boy, and luckily Ju is still full of cold and jet lag, so happy to head back to our room on 15th floor. We go out on to the balcony for a look....and I close the door behind us to keep the room cool.....and it locks.... 1am. 15th floor balcony. No phone. Locked outside....luckily we had all of clothes on. The only people we can see are on a balcony two floors below us and on another wing. They appear to ignore or does for help, and go inside. Only when we scream at them do they come back out, but still seem to ignore us. Oh bother. Finally they catch on. No we do not want sex with them. We want them to call Security and get them to come and save us.
The hotel reception is not such a madhouse at 8am, and we check out, and grab a taxi to the camper van rental. It's very humid and we are sweating, but find a place in the shade to unpack our bikes. I am gutted as there is a large patch of metal on metal rubbing on my frame. Kevin will not be pleased, and I'm not very happy either. Ju's back brakes are sticking on and my back wheel has a puncture. How does that happen?
As an aside..... Saw a couple of Ladies of the Night this morning. Gotta say they should really only come out after dark. One in particular was standing in the taxi queue behind us. Wearing a skin top florescent pink top that stretched from just above the nipples to perhaps 3cm below the..., you know where, it reminded me very much of something you might find in Mr Abbots wardrobe, although even he would not have as much makeup plastered on his face. Fair to say the outfit left
very very little to the imagination.
Eventually get the van sorted and packed. Time for grocery shop.....and Ju's first Walmart visit in over 10 years...... Sometime later....We are heading out of town on Highway 95, amongst a massive traffic flow, 5 lanes wide, bumper to bumper at 65mph.... Eventually the traffic thins and on Highway 226 towards Bishop California, high in some mountains, we find a quiet back road....and Freedom Camp, hoping that none of the incredible lightening flashes strike the bikes which are sitting on top of the van.....