Viva Las Vegas!

The first thing to note about Las Vegas is that the drivers are insane, particularly the taxi drivers. In a space of five minutes, we were passed on a two-lane, two-way street, and honked at by four individuals.

The second thing of note is that a lot of Americans don't camp in the same way Kiwis do. We had thought that we were living in the lap of luxury with our kitchen/bed setup. Then we saw our Kamp-of-America neighbours:

Willie Westy in the Sea of Monsters

We were swamped by these things. We later went to an RV sales site, and found that these things cost $220,000 each.

The campsite was a great place to stay. Our first night was cozy, but chilly.

Our super-effective lighting system

Our first meal in the van

Our bunk

And then we went out on the town:

Us eating the world's largest chocolate milkshake.

We're now obese.

The fountain of chocolates!

A ceiling of blown-glass flowers

This was our LOL of the day. As we walked through the mall, we noticed this mechanical puppy making a break for it. Note the others in the shop (red balloons). Run, puppy, run!

Wasting away again in Margaritaville. With terrible sunstrike.

A selection of catalogues for Vegas callgirls. Take your pick.

LOL of the week:

We stopped in Baker for lunch and to give Willie a break after the Vegas hills. We parked the van and began to walk to the service station when Steff noticed Willie making a break for it. It is surprising just how quickly a 5,000lb mobile brick can gain momentum. Despite Steff's best efforts to stop the van with her bare hands, and Nancy's supportive "Ahhh!"s, the car was halfway across the parking lot before Nancy had found the key, unlocked the door, and yanked the handbrake. Note to selves: get handbrake looked at.

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