I’ve always had a great love for the states, ever since my first visit to Disney World, Florida in 1997 it’s been my choice of holiday destination. So in August this year, me and my best friend Megan set out on our Stateside adventure!
Travelling takes months of planning, with so much to consider from timescales to accommodation, the majority of our trip I booked prior to leaving the UK, however a section I left in the hope that we could just make it up as we went along.
We boarded our flight to Las Vegas, Nevada on the 10th August 2013. This was the longest and most painful flight I have ever had the misfortune of sitting through. After 7 hours of severe sickness we finally touched down in Chicago, only to board a further 4 hour flight to Vegas, saying this was not ideal is an understatement. We finally landed in Vegas on the evening (local time) of the 10th. Jetlagged and feeling still quiet ill we decided to call it a night and hit the sack ready for a jam packed day of adventure tomorrow!
From this point on I documented my travels, a daily diary entrance helped me keep track of my experiences, I’ll share these with you if you promise you won’t laugh.
11th August 2013.
WE HAVE ARRIVED BABY, touchdown in Sin City! Last night was dire but hey hoe, I’ve finally picked myself up, no time for illness in Vegas. We did some great exploring today, I think I’ve done more exercise in 1 day than I did in the entire month of July. The hotels are colossal with each one consisting of its own underground shopping mall, eateries and of course Casino!
The diversity in Vegas is inimitable; an aura of elegance intertwined with the seemingly corrupt, seedy casino goers makes Vegas a city like no other. Vegas buzzes, it’s alive with both the mirage and the real portraying the city itself as the lead character in its very own show.
Today, we’ve had chance to study our hotel, the Tropicana is one of the longest reining hotels on the Vegas strip and is situated directly opposite the MGM Grand, New York New York and Hooters. Well, it’d be rude not to pop into Hooters for tea being so close and all wouldn’t it? I’m sure this makes many the male reader envious :P.. but I suppose if I had a backside like that I’d be parading it around a restaurant as well. Although not the nicest meal I’ve had, it did provide as promised, a typical American dining experience. On hindsight, I wouldn’t of ordered a salad, salads should be given a wide birth until dining in Los Angeles.