Day 14 - Thurs 29th May

Las Vegas to Las Vegas (part II)

As we got extremely burnt yesterday and were still tired from the drinking, sorry I mean driving, we decided to stay an extra night in Vegas.

I was burnt from Tuesday when we had the accident. As exchanging details at the side of the road had taken so long, I didn't realise how hot it was and got burnt on my shoulders.

Boley hadn't realised the strength of the sun yesterday and was burnt on his important little places - his legs, as he's not very tall!

So we kept out of the sun all day. I caught up with the blogging and Boley caught up with his sleeping.

I mentioned right at the beginning of the trip how Boley, in Egypt 25 yrs ago, had slept all the time with a pair of underpants on his face. Then in Chicago, with a marshmallow in his mouth.

Well now he has regressed to his childhood and sleeps wearing a nappy! (He doesn't know I took this pic).

Went to the pool about 4:30 and left at 6 pm.

Walked down the opposite side of the strip from last night.

Saw The Belaggio fountain display.

Went to the Luxor and had a photo of us doing the Sand Dance in front of The Sphinx just like we did 25 yrs ago in front of the real one. We were so much slimmer then & with real hair. Unfortunately the person taking the photo chopped Boley's legs off.

Ended up in the cocktail bar in Treasure Island again, but it was much quieter than the previous night. Still had 2 vouchers  for free drinks , so used them up.

Lots of very attractive young ladies were dressed to the nines to go clubbing at The Venetian. Noticed all the fellas were wearing suits. Didn't think we'd get in wearing Gucci shell suits & shades.

Most of the hotel bars have live band and/or DJ's so you don't have to go to a club. 

All the yanks like r & b and are really good at dancing. Me n Boley thought we'd sit this one out, and all the rest.

Met 2 Welsh women (Pam & Marian) who were really nice. Marian had booked a week in Vegas with her boyfriend of 10 years, but they split up a week before the trip, so she invited Pam. We had a few drinks with them and they taught us how to insult the English in Welsh.

They left & we stayed at the bar 'til very late.  Met a very drunk Hispanic chap called Joe. He was great and like many yanks, had a fantastic "couldn't care less" attitude to life. 

Realised that we hadn't eaten so found a 24 hr restaurant, but they didn't do kebab or pie n chips. Had  something else but can't remember.

Went to bed.