Yes, it's exactly like Elvis says it the song. An overwhelming muddle of casinos trying to outdo each other with either opulance and grandeur or out and out, in your face, brashness. We arrived on Saturday afternoon to a hot 41 degrees. The coach trip out there from Los Angeles was ok; after getting through traffic hold ups caused by grass fires, we could see that there really is nothing at all out in the Mojave Desert apart from Joshua trees and yukkas. The ride was 4.5 hours with a 20 minute break in the world's worst truck stop. It seemed like Saturday was the day for combined populations of California and Mexico to head to Vegas by coach, and every one stopped at Barstow at the same time.
The Flamingo was one of the first casinos built on the Strip, and is very much a traditional casino/hotel set up. Fenna and Fred had a room on the 24th floor and the view across the back of the Flamingo's gardens and out across the city was pretty. Bryce and I were on the 4th floor (by choice) and had a closer view of the gardens. Saturday late afternoon we met up with two other couples that are also sailing on Dawn Princess on 11 Aug, who weere chatting online with before leaving Australia. Colleen and Vaughn, and Sue and Brian had flown direct from NZ and were on their fifth day in Vegas when we caught up with them.
Sunday was great. We caught the fountains at the Bellagio on our way out of town to shop, and the mix of Frank Sinatra and the coordinated water spouts was just brilliant. Had lunch at the Venetian on Monday, in the replica of St Marks Square, with opera singers seranading us. Completely over the top!
Erika & Bryce
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