Bright and early out the door Gatwick bound for our flight. Traffic was the usual weekday trudge up the M25 but soon forgotten when we get dropped at departures - thanks Dad!Through customs, beefed up because of security alerts and all that and we're off to find an overpriced breakfast before leaving the UK. Plane delayed from the start, not too bad another hour in the duty free looking for perfume and we're away onto the plane and out over the sea for the long trip to Vegas. Ten hours, three meals, two beers later and we're on the floor and heading for New York New York - not the city the casino of course. Unsurprisingly it's an early night for us as we have a full day tomorrow so it's dinner, beer and bed leaving Las Vegas to party on without us, although we find time to have a short wander along some of the shops and visit the Rodney Lough Gallery. (Nearly forgot to mention, we picked up Frank from the concierge, as he was waiting there for us to join our trip!)