We were then on the freeway till we turned off onto the I67 that took us past Lake Mead
and the Valley of Fire NP.
By the time we reached the Hoover Dam I was very hot thirsty and exhausted. We parked up at a view point and admired the engineering feat and commented on the very low water levels.
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| Note where the ladder ends. |
Marty wanted to walk up to the new bridge and view the dam from there so we jumped back on the bikes and road back up to the bridge carpark. By the time I had climbed the first set of steps I knew I wasn't going to make it.
I felt like I was going to pass out. My water was all gone and there was no filling station. I told Marty to go on up and I would go back down and find a shady place to sit. I did and removed my boots and socks to try and cool off. Felt very 2nd hand. We sat there for a while longer after Marty returned until I decided I was ok to carry on. First stop would be where I could get a drink. That was the Hoover Dam Casino about 2 miles up the road. Still felt pretty whoosey so I sat while MJ raced about getting me a drink. I must have looked pretty bad as even the cafe lady was concerned about me and bought me a wetted towel to drape around my neck. About 2 gallons of fluid later I felt a bit better and I felt I could ride the 40 odd miles to our motel in Vegas. I was totally whacked by the time we arrived. I crashed out while poor old MJ went in search of a cold drink outlet. By early evening after a snooze more fluids and a shower I was feeling my old self again. We went to tea at Coco's dinner just infront of the motel. Very nice food and excellent value. We then ventured across the road to the enormous MGM Grand Casino. So much bling. Too much for this country kid.
Next morning we caught the monorail and began our self guided tour of Vegas.
Managed to find a JimmyBuffet Tshirt for my brother and since we were there (Margaritaville) I had myself a very lovely Marguretta. We then wandered into Ceasars Palace. Wow what a building.
We wandered around all the shops and I ot sucked into buying a expensive (by my standards) braclet that is supposed to have all sorts of magic body healing properties. I knew it was all rubbish but the guy was funny and I just wanted to do a bit of rash spending. MJ tried to drag me way without success. Next another guy, this one a beautician type tried to sell me some expensive eye cream. He asked me what my beauty regime was and was quite startled when I said I didn't have one. So was that because I was too busy or just lazy. Lazy I said. He then applied this magic cream to my right eye and then showed me the result - and so now having seen such a wonderous transformation would I like to buy this little tube for the paltry price of $700. Crikey that's more than I've spent on stuff in the last 20 plus years. As we continued to walk around I never noticed anyone looking at me and pointing at my new improved eye so don't think the improvement was that great. By the time we had found our way out of Ceasars we were knackered so caught monorail back to our motel for a wee rest before heading back into the night time action.
We had bought tickets to a Cirque du Soleil show called The Beatles Love Show. I think Marty agreed to go initially just to humour me. We had to be at the theatre at 6.30 and as you know I hate arriving at these sort of things late. Well no chance of that. We hadn't updated out time pieces so arrived an hour early. Shit we had to wander around the casino killing time. So bloody boring.
The show was fantastic. Were almost tempted to buy tickets for the 9.30 show so we could see it again. We had done our dash with Vegas, had enough of the bright lights so headed back to Coco's for dinner then bed. I'm not a casino person at all and have no desire to rush back. Was good to go and have a look around but isn't a holiday destination for me.
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