Vegas Baby!

Caesars Palace; Bellugio; The Wynn. Where could I possibly be?

If ostentatious hotels aren’t your thing, then maybe you’ll be able to glean our location from these facts: on a road less than 7km long 300 weddings are officiated every day; it can be seen from space after nightfall; I was duped by several of its slot machines. That’s right: Sin City, Las Vegas. We made it!

Arriving at 1am on a Saturday night is akin to walking through a game reserve at dinner time. It’s manic and everyone is hungry; but unlike the animal kingdom, predators don’t hunt. Instead, they stand patiently behind their tables and wait for their prey to approach. Once in sight, it’s not long before the deals have been dealt, and by that point the food has pretty much served itself.

Tired and over-stimulated, Lucan and I decided to wait until the feeding frenzy had subsided before we got involved. Unfortunately that strategy didn’t help us in the slightest, and by 7pm the following evening we had lost all our gambling bills. Needless to say we had so much fun, I’d do it all over again.