Death Valley and Las Vegas
The day after our 4th of July "celebration"
we got up early left the hotel already at.
The first leg of the trip was along Interstate Highway 15 North.
We passed the same villages as we did the day before when we were in
Calico, but also some new places.
Among the things we passed was the signpost to the road with the exciting name
Zzyzx Road. 7 or 8 miles further along the interstate
we reached the town of Baker, where we left the highway to head north to
Already on the way north from Baker we passed through a totally different
landscape than on the first leg.
Very exciting and interesting, but also very hard to describe.
In the small town of Shoshone (52 inhabitants!), we stopped at a gas station to
get some water and a cup of coffee.
The next day, we had planned to see some more of Las Vegas and maybe the surroundings, but we had to change plans, when I discovered, that I had forgotten my asthma medication on the hotel in Barstow. As we had gotten up late, we spent most of the rest of thew da by driving to Barstow and back to Vegas. Even if we took the highway, the 315 miles round trip took more than 7 hours because we ended up in a traffic jam in both directions. It was almost 5 PM when we got back to the hotel.
Back at the hotel we went to our room and picked up our cameras, and then we went up the Stratosphere Tower. Here we watched the new attraction, Sky Jump Las Vegas. From a ledge outside the viewing platform, you may "bungee jump" down from the tower. The free fall is app. 800 feet and just before you reach the bottom, a mechanism in the cable makes sure you slow down. This pleasure that lasts a few seconds and where you reach speeds of around 50 miles per hour, costs $ 100, but even though I offered to pay, Tim had no desire to try!
When we got tired of watching the view fromt the tower we went back to the room and relaxed for an hour. Then we went back into town. Our 24-hour tickets were still valid, so we went down to the monorail, which we took to Bally's/Paris Las Vegas station. From there we went to the Strip and crossed it through a walkway that led to the Bellagio Hotel & Casino. The reason for this excursion was that Dorte wanted a small wallet from Gucci, and at the Bellagio is a Gucci store. This is one of the times, that the difference between Biitish and US English has made troubles for us. I asked for a small purse, and the saleswoman showed me a small bag. I then told her, I needed a purse for money, and she exclaimes "Oh, a wallet!". In my earlier opinion, wallets are for men. purses for women, but when we had come to an aggreement about what we were talking about, she showed me some wallets, and I found something that I thought Dorte might like, so she got her purse, sorry wallet, in the end! :-) For the first time, I understood George Bernard Shaw, when he said: "England and America are two countries separated by a common language", or Oscar Wilde, who put it this way: "We have really everything in common with America except, of course, language".
Now it had become dinner time, and Tim really wanted to eat at the Hard Rock Cafe, which he had heard much about. It took a small stroll along the Strip, but luckily we found the place without having to walk more than a mile or so. When we arrived, there was a long waiting line, but Tim had brought his VIP card from Hard Rock Cafe in Denmark, and we only had to wait about 5 minutes before we got a table. When we had eaten, we went by monorail back to the Sahara station (the ticket had now expired, so we had to buy another one). From the station we walked back to the hotel where I went to look at the Blackjack tables, and not least the beautiful and scantily clad dealers :-) while Tim returned to our room.