Have arrived in Vegas. There are few words to describe that first shower after a long haul flight and a mind-numbing amount of hours awake.

Feeling like a new woman in a change of clothes, I headed straight for The Venetian and Palazzo. It was interesting catching cabs, talking to the staff like I'm a local, and walking around outside. I don't feel like a tourist here anymore. I've been enough times and know the lay of the land well enough to just hit the ground running now. It's good because you know when the cabbies are trying to take you the scenic route.

My cabbie assumed I'm British. How many times is that now?!??!! Doesn't happen much in LA, but ye gods, the Vegas cabbies get really baffled by the accent.

Shopping completed, I came back and had dinner at the Pink Taco. I confess I ate it in record time. It's really, reeeeeeeally good Mexican. I then returned to my room (which as a side note, is big enough to park two modest sized cars in, between the bed and the door) and had visions of shuffling my bags and repacking in order to hit the road tomorrow. But one look at this enormous bed and the fact I've been on the go for 34 hours suddenly hit me. Yes, I had some minor kip on the planes but I was surrounded by a Wisconsin seniors bowling team from Sydney to LA and that's not as restful as you might think.

I'll leave you with a few Vegas flavoured photos and then succumb to the big white bed.