Las Vegas, not a lot to say here, but it's like Blackpool on heat.... and I hate Blackpool!
Our hotel is like the one from Barton Fink, the walls were sticky and the place hadn't been touched since early sixties when it was built.
However we did find a wedding to crash, kind of until the bride got very tetchy about me taking shots and I decided to make a sharp exit....
After the beauty of the desert and small town America, to be greeted with the huge visual and noise pollution of Las Vegas, I found it was too much of a shock. We decided to check out at sunrise and head to our next venture.
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