Okey, I am really speechless. Vegas is not of the chain, it is of every chain, rope and rubber-band you can think of. Everything is really plastic and fake, the building, the sculptures, the monuments, the boobs, even the ships. Yes, they have got ships, ranging from gondolas to take you around the Venetian Casino to full scale pirate ships that fight and sink each other every 90 minutes. Just walking around the different casinos is jaw dropping. They are so much bigger than I thought plausible, or even possible for that matter. Caesars palace takes up an entire city block and stops just short of poking god in the butt with the highest towers. An enormous part of it consists of shops and slot machines and craps tables. This is really a place to go with a bunch of friends and LOTS of money, when you are over 21.
At 19 you're pretty restricted in all your options. I can walk around like crazy and gawk at the imagination of the architects and look at the madness inside the casinos, but no fancy drinks and no gambling. Not that I really have the money for either, but it's the freedom to do it if I want to. Plus a cold beer would be just damned perfect right now.
So today I've been about halfway down the strip (Las Vegas boulevard). I've visited Rio, Caesars Palace, Palazzo, Venetian, Harrah, treasure Island, the mirage and seen the outside of the Bellagio. Hopefully I'll get to see the fountain show in front of it later on, otherwise I'll catch it tomorrow.
And for tonight, I've got a ticket to see Penn & Teller, live at Rio. Bad....Ass! For those of you who do not know, Penn & Teller are a magician duo with a whole s***load of wit. Watch a few episode of "Bulls***" and get back to reading the blog.
That is also one of the things you can always do in Vegas, watch performances. The selection is just MASSIVE. Acrobatics, comedy, burlesque, magic, acrobatics-burlesque, magic-comedy... Most of them are really expensive, but then you can also catch a lot for free: Freemont street has got a canopy mounted over the entire street where they show films every night, the Sirens of Treasure island, where pirate ships battle in front of the Treasure Island casino, the sinking of atlantis in Caesars Palace and so on and so forth.
Pretty much everything involves lightly dressed women though. Go to the pool, you've got go-go dancers on a stage overlooking the area. Walk down the strip once and you will be handed, I am not exaggerating here, dozens and dozens of flyers for stripper and "hot girls to your room". In the name of gender equality I should mention that I've seen billboards for at least three different male stripping companies as well, so it is not just misogynistic: it's simply entertainment. The bartenders are either hot girls or buff guys, insane at juggling bottles and mixing drinks one handed.
This place really is quite insane in every possible aspect, and I wish I had the money to see all the different shows and stay at the fancy hotels with a bunch of friends and do nothing except party and chill out. The thing is, you really don't want to do too much during the day. The heat is like a furnace and the sun is scorching. Sweat WILL run down your back like the mouth of the f***ing amazon. All of this leads to further problems, such as searing the skin of your flesh, enormous amounts of chafing due to wet clothes and not to forget: skavsår!
My feet are taking a bit of punishment since everything but sandals is way too warm, and sandals aren't exactly optimal walking shoes...
So right now, I'm a bit of a wreck. Not many hours of sleep on a bus, walked for about 4-5 hours nonstop, nose resembling a tomato, except more red and not much food since the Penn & Teller show set me back a bit too much. Not going to say exactly how much, but it was worth it, speaking in retrospect.
Those guys are really good, and not just good, but also smart.
Plus I got to hear Teller speak after the show! All in all, not a bad day. Let's just see if I can catch the last volcano eruption in front of the Mirage tonight, then time for some well earned sleep.