I know I’m late today – I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t my fault.Â You see, it’s been a lovely, lovely day, all spring flowers and sunshine, and so I spent a lot of it outside.Â Oh yeah, and I forgot to set Sunday Selections up last night …
But here you go.Â This week’s offering!Â I’m taking you back to the year 2007 when OH and I visited Las Vegas.Â It was so totally unexpected, including the fact that it took almost exactly 15 minutes from getting off the plane to hitting the pavement, which left us a tad shell-shocked. We’re just not used to that!Â We’re used to trudging out dragging our suitcases, travel weary and bludgeoned by the queues and security and the oppressiveness of so many people in such an impersonal space, not being turned out so quickly into the blinding sunshine.
I’m not going to show you the usual stuff; the slots (which we first saw IN the airport – another stunner for us), the bright lights, the hotels on the strip.Â I’m going to show you a slightly different angle.Â Those of you who’ve never been there may never have seen the backs of the big hotels, or the less touristy views, but I found it all fascinating.
If you take the shuttle along the strip you’ll often find yourself travelling along past the back doors of the big hotels.Â Now in Vegas, the backside of the hotels are a bit more attractive than they are, say, in London or New York.
But still very much the backside, huh?
Personally, I both loved and was vaguely disturbed by the amount of greenery in Las Vegas.Â It’s beautiful, and really does make the place look exotic, luxurious, and at the same time, tamed.Â It’s easy to forget you are in the desert. But the amount of water needed in that ultra-dry climate is .. let’s face it, a disgrace these days when drought is a fact of life in so many areas.
But whether or not you approve, Las Vegas is truly something unique and special, don’t you think?
That’s all folks.Â I told you I wasn’t going to show you any slots, didn’t I?Â And that meant no crowded strip, no hookers, no guys handing out cards for hookers, no gaudy lights and no tacky souvenirs.Â Ah well.Â Better luck next time!
Meanwhile, why not pop on over to Frog Ponds Rock to see more?Â You’ll find some interesting stuff over there.