The decision was made. We had slept on the dilemma: 'Blue Man Group –v- The Fremont Street experience'. To travel the 7 ½ miles to Fremont Street involves a walk, monorail another walk and then a 2 miles bus ride. This would take an hour in a normal environment but in a gazillion degree heat it would feel a lot longer. In the end we would visit a few more shops, see a few more (of the older) original casinos such as the Golden Nugget, the Frontier ...

Today is 11th September (9-11). Touristy things must go on although there is an air of respect throughout all the lodges with the US flags flying at half-mast. Our visit to the canyon is at an end and we must now make the 277 mile journey back to Vegas.56 miles from the Grand Canyon National Pak is a small town called Williams named after William 'Old Bill' William, a mountain man and trader who often trapped in the area. The town (or is it a city?) has a...

This time I heard it. Caught red handed. It was just before 6am. First a rustling that seemed to be coming from directly outside our door, then a slither of something being forcibly pushed under the door. I had actually witnessed the act by an unseen spectre who stealthily wanders the corridors of the hotel delivering the newspaper 'USA Today' to all residents whilst most are asleep. It was like being woken by Santa Claus all over again as he drunkenly &#...

Despite our body clock being out of sync due to the 8 hour time difference with the UK, we both managed to rest up until 7am. On opening the slats of the vertical blinds, the Venetian Campanile was peeking over the top of a row of trees. Talk about f**k with your mind!! It took a few moments to realise where I was. After only one evening, I understand that that is what Vegas is. One big illusion on the grandest scale. No wonder only 20% of all US citizens have a ...

Las Vegas. Just saying these two words can conjure up different visions to different people. To some it is a playground where fun never ceases; where there is plenty to keep the adrenaline flowing through the veins whether it be the excitement of the roulette table or the exuberant white knuckle rides. It's a case of: Eat. Drink and be Merry, for tomorrow we fly!!! (home!). To others it is garish, a vulgar tourist trap full of over the top glitz and tacky nov...