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Published: November 16th 2011
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We woke up to a beautiful, clear, but cold morning. We rode around The park for a bit and bounced. There wasn't much to see and everything cool was a day hike.
The rout we went on took us south into Arizona through monument Valley. We got back into Utah around sun-down and decided that we needed a motel for the evening. We were in Kanab, not much going for this city. We asked around for the cheapest motel and were pointed to the Sun-n-Sands Motel where we were greeted by a twitchy bearded old biker dude that was EXTREMELY welcoming. We sacked out for the night and then got an early start.
We headed out towards Zion National Park. We had both been there before and were only going this way because we had a lot of time to kill before rolling up in Las Vegas. The park is essentially a road that you can park on the side of and take pictures... not much else. But the views are absolutely breathtaking! We weren't in the park long before Dan saw a ewe bighorn on the side of the hill. So, we stopped and started to climb toy
get a closer look. As we got up the hill we saw the whole flock! Two massive rams that would butt heads every so often and about a dozen ewes in all.
We Made it to Vegas just past noon and pulled up to a 7-11 to get a drink. Just then two German guys walked up to us and were checking out our bikes and then asked if we were checking into the hostel nearby. We needed a place for the night and so we went there. Sin City Hostel. We checked in, dropped our bags off and went out to explore the city. Dan couldn't wait to hit the casinos and place bets on football.
After a couple beers and several hands of blackjack we headed off back to the hostel. We stopped off for a bottle of rum on the way, and got back to the hostel to find a few people including a Russian couple drinking outside. Dan went to meet an old friend and I took my first sip of rum. I don't remember making the decision to continue to drink that bottle of rum, nor do I remember deciding to drink the
A Small Representation
That is the Russian That carried me to bed on the Left rest of... but I did.
I awoke in bewilderment as I tried to figure out where I was and if I had been hit in the head. I soon realized that I wasn't in my bed and stumbled into the next room where it was. There I passed out for several more hours. It was after 2 P.M. when I finally stood up and tried to figure out what had happened the night before. I felt kind of like 'The Hangover', without a tiger in the bathroom. I made my way out to the common area near reception where I got a rough account of my loud singing in Korean and how I was carried to bed by a Russian man no taller that 4'11". I should have known not to start drinking with Russians!
it was the Saturday before and I was in Las Vegas, after all, and I knew that I had to go out that evening. Dan showed back up around 5 P.M. and signed us up for the limousine ride to the club later. I decided that my costume would be to buy a couple hair clips and have one of the girls at
the hostel do my make up. Dan said he was going to the store and I asked him to get me a cheap woman's top. He came back about two hours later with a 'Dr. Shots' costume for himself, and Wet T-shirt Contest Winner' costume for me. Essentially it was a pair of massive breasts a sheer white shirt and a sash. It was an instant hit. I think I got more attention from women for my healthy assets that night than from the men! Everybody started pre-gaming around 7P.M., however I could barely stomach water-I was fully convinced at this point that I had full-blown alcohol poisoning. So it took me a couple more hours before I finally opened my first beer, a Coors Light, that took me an hour to get down... I was beyond the 'hair of the dog' and closer to the liver of the dog that bit me.
The limo picked us up a title after 10P.M. and took us out to the famous "Welcome to the Fabulous Las Vegas" sign with a fully stocked bar. I was now being force-fed vodka by the others in the limo. The others consisted of Dan, and
about 12 more people hailing from Brazil, England, Austria, the USA, etc. We went to a club called the Cat House in the Luxor casino. It was cramped and the music was good, but not great. It was a blast! I had more girls come up to me and motorboat me than guys! It was a great time that ended around 2:30 A.M. and a small group of left to get something to eat. We took taxis back to the hostel and walked back to a pizzeria a few blocks away. We closed the place down, and while there a couple girls offered to re-do buy now smudged make up.
It took two showers and several face scrubbings to get rid of the make up from the night before, and out still took a few hours to wear off completely. My alcohol poisoning was still in full effect from the day before and I felt like death for the second morning in a row after only having the equivalent of four
drinks the night before. I still hadn't heard from Dan that evening. In fact Larry, the hostel manager, and the Austrian guy didn't show up until afternoon
either! The rest of the day was spent atop the Stratosphere at the pool, lounging and trying to recuperate.
On Monday I went to the Grand Canyon with someone from the hostel on my bike. It was about tow hours away and was on an Indian Reservation, not the national park. There was a stretch of about 14 miles without pavement, and I was stuck behind a couple of slow-moving cars throwing up a lot of dust. I decided to slowly drift to the right so I could over take them gradually. As I had just gotten all the way to the left of the road a hard right hand turn came about that was masked by all of the dust. I started fish-tailing and was about to pull it out when my back tire went into a rut and that pulled me down. I instinctually put my foot down and took the weight of the bike on my ankle. Flavia, my passenger, wasn't even hurt, and I thought I just had a sore foot at the moment. We went to the canyon and did the tour there and headed out to get back before sundown. My ankle got
much stiffer when I wan't walking on I than I first realized that something might be a little wrong.
It was Halloween that night, and sprained ankle or not, I was going out. My alcohol poising had mostly subsided and I took a couple advil to calm my ankle down. We got hooked up with free entry to the hottest club in Las Vegas, XS, with one of the best DJs in the world spinning. My make up was re done again and now I even had a skirt! The club was epic! there was a swimming pool that went around the central bar. It was in the out-door courtyard at the Wynn-Encore Casino. The music was awesome and the costumes were extravagant. It was a night to remember and a hang over to fear.
The next morning my ankle was the size of a soft ball, and my calf had the biggest charley-hours that I have ever had in my life! So I took a couple advil and walked all over the city. All up and down Freemont Street, then took the Deuce to the strip.
The next couple days were spent hanging out with the
amazing people at Sin City Hostel. It will always be one of the best hostel experiences of my life. Dan and I headed out of town Thursday morning to Santa Barbara via Death Valley.
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