Las Vegas

As we were pretty close to Las Vegas by this time we decided a visit was necessary. Sharon rang Charla who managed to find us a sweet deal on the Interweb for a hotel.

The unassuming front entrance to the Riviera. $40 per night.

Luckily there was a side entrance.

Hairdresser, barber, wedding chapel.

World Famous Tattoo Parlour (except in my world, I’d never heard of it)

Naturally we weren’t the only people taking advantage of the $40 room rate. We shared the surrounds with a colourful cross section of guests, tattooed, bespangled, bleached, tanned, underdressed…you name it.

After washing the road grime off we met one of Sharon’s friends out in the suburbs for sushi and then we drove along the strip. If you are in any doubt about who's winning at the casinos then a quick trip down the strip will clarify things for you. The casino's are winning.





I kept seeing entertainers I though has left this world long ago. Vegas is where entertainers go to die.

Donny and Marie Osmond (on side of casino) .....I though they were dead.

Sienfield....that's where he went, Caesar's Palace.

The shows were many and varied and unfortunately we didn't have time to see any. We were only there for two days and that wasn't even enough time to look at the casinos. Without a doubt our favourite show advert would have to be the giant billboard advertising 'Naked Boys Who Sing'. The five average looking men pictured were indeed naked, as advertised, but I hope they sung well because they really weren't competing with the Chippendales billboard. The creative department must have spent ages coming up with the name.