Turns out he’s not wrong though, the heat as you walk out of the airport takes your breath away, luckily it appears that 98% of the geographical area of Vegas is air-conditioned. The other 2% is generally avoided by anyone other than the lizards. Just turning up at this place must double the size of your lifetime carbon footprint.
Having not travelled to the States recently I am suitably impressed when immigration control scans and records each of my fingerprints using some sort of fluorescent green screeny thing. I suddenly imagine being a master criminal or James Bond Villain. Would it be possible to get rubber fingerprints made up in order to travel incognito? Or on the flip side what if you presented your fingertips only for sirens to sound, lights to flash and armed guards appear from nowhere tackling you to the floor. Maybe terrorists could have copied your fingerprints from a half eaten Dunkin’ Donut and you could spend years incarcerated for a crime you never committed. Make a mental note to wipe all restaurant cutlery clean after use to be on the safe side.
Hugh is ‘recognised as friend’ and allowed in to the country after placing only his thumb on the glass. He adopts an immediate air of superiority. Unfortunately for the kids they are yet to young for this excitement.
Think H pretty much covered everything else, except that our hotel has a river running through it….. on the first floor…...with Gondolas and streets and a realllllly cool fake sky.
So authentic in fact that Monty spends the rest of the visit to Vegas having to check whether the real sky is the real sky or not, even when we get into the helicopter he takes a bit of persuading.
Oh and our room is on the 17th floor out of 54,
it has three TV’s and a phone in the loo in case you get a sudden urge to talk and eleven swimming pools (not our room, the hotel) ….
and a pirate ship battle to watch from our window.
Sensory overload. We eat cookies and pass out.
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