Just got home from Vegas, via a surprisingly efficient Gatwick (my favourite UK airport apart from the tiny one on Alderney). I’ll do a proper write-up when I get legal clearance for titles like “La La Land” and “Viva Las Vegas” which I know you’re expecting.
I just totted up we squeezed 60+ hours of travel in the last 9 days, which is taking its toll on my back, but won’t stop my trip to Aldershot tomorrow. Nothing gets in the way of Aldershot. Particularly now the new Spoons voucher quarter has started again.
A final short post today about beer in Old Vegas. I don’t think I could call any of the places we stopped in “proper pubs“; the most chatty places wouldn’t let us in with minors (under-21) anyway, a no-children rule that I know will upset BRAPA.
Every good Zip Wire trip begins with a huge breakfast at Denny’s.
I expect our US readers will argue the comparative benefits of IHOP, but Denny’s does what it says on the tin, i.e. shortens your life by about 7 minutes.
We walked from The Strip to Fremont Street, something several people told us was impossible. It took an about an hour, and took in classic architecture like this,
and philosophy like this.
If new Vegas (the Strip) is a little bit like walking the South Bank, then old Fremont Street is more your blue-collar experience, and you know how much I love Blackpool.
Several folk had recommended the Main Street Station Casino & Brewery, which turned out to be the beery highlight of our trip,
Non-gamblers like us have to battle through a noisy, smoke filled room (think of Hydes pubs in Bolton early ’90s) to get to the brewery/restaurant. As you’ll see, it sticks firmly to the US model of gleaming tanks and TV sports.
But they were cheery folk, the beer (“Pale” and “Blonde“) was high quality and cheapish (£4 a pint), and a huge plate of glop covered nachos prepared our stomachs for the high zip wire along the top of the Fremont roof.
And the loos had a chunk of the Berlin Wall and a Bass mirror, possibly a unique combination.
You’ll be delighted to know we survived SlotZilla, Mrs RM finishing a creditable 2nd behind a winner who adopted the breaststroke motion for some reason.
The instructions for the ride were “Watch out for birds !” and “Don’t deposit the contents of your stomach on the people below”.
Frankly, I think there was more risk to public health from the “Heartland Rock” and an anaemic cover of Van Halen’s “Jump” by the bands on the Street, but that’s just me.