We rolled into Vegas the old fashioned way, driving for hours through the barren desert landscape to cruise down The Strip to our hotel. It is one of the oldest on The Strip and perfectly central to the whole show. It is the one, the only Flamingo. This place even smells pink. An oversweet highly oxygenated pink.
Las Vegas, which is Spanish for The Meadows, in the Nevada desert is a must
see for anyone heading to the US. Not saying you are going to like it but it is
worth a seeing. We settled into the Flamingo hotel and then wandered from
casino to casino for the next couple of days. The size of the hotels themselves
is unbelievable. Besides the gambling areas each hotel has shopping areas,
restaurants and displays of art. At the moment the Bellagio has transformed
their lobby into a life sized Dutch garden. The atrium is filled with fragrant
flowers, windmills and carousels. They have even replicated a Monet with real
flowers.
On our second night we saw a show called Absinthe, which was great. It was a mix of burlesque, circus acts, song & dance and comedy in a circus tent. We sat next to a very friendly journalist from Boston who was doing a travel piece on Vegas. She told us the show was great but very offensive and that it was a good thing we were not sitting in the front rows as they were all at risk of being thoroughly insulted. The show was great, the acrobatics top notch, the burlesque very suggestive and as we had been told those in the front rows were insulted about their age, race, sexual preference and nationality and made to perform some strange things in front of the rest of the audience. Our new friend also told us she was heading to see the Shins play tomorrow night and as she had 2 extra tickets did we want to tag along with her and her friends? Um, yeah!


The next day we left Vegas, still grumpy from the day
before. This was the first place that we were happy to leave.
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