Las Vegas day 2 and tbh my tolerance level for this place was one day. We go down for breakfast at 8 am. The restaurant is in the corner of the casino which is already full of gamblers and a surprising number of people drinking beer. Even in my hardcore student days, I don’t recall having beer for breakfast. The hotel breakfast consists of a ‘basket of pastries’. I haven’t seen a fruit or vegetable since we entered Nevada.
Junk food consumed, we take the monorail to the top of the strip to Stratosphere and pay $57 to spend 30 seconds in a lift to the top of the tower. Then to Circus Circus to watch a man ‘free ladder’. People around us are excited – they recognise him from America’s Got Talent. I assume he went out in the first round. I can’t imagine Simon Cowell standing for such nonsense. We decide we’ve had enough and return to the hotel, passing Mickey and Minnie Mouse fighting over a bottle of wine.
Back out briefly later to see the dancing fountains at Bellagio, then we return to our hotel (which has its own microbrewery). It’s safe to say I’m