The return across the desert was equally amazing. A long frieght trains crossing the salt plains, hooting as it passed the one cafe en route [shut of course]. When I approached Vegas I could see the Pyramid at Luxor [no, not the real one] from a way out and guessed my it was 2 or 3 milea away max. Then I saw a sign Las Vegas 9 miles - I could not believe it, the distances get so foreshortened in this vast empty landscape.
I felt pretty flat after leaving Derwood and Steph, and approached Vegas with little enthusiasm. But I met up with Steve and Rob and had a good cocktail or two in the Casino. I still have not placed a single bet - pretty pathetic really, but there you go.
This morning walked down to Downtown Las Vegas, about 4 miles away. It was great to walk, and I actually got talking to some real local people which made a change. Met Rob down there, got some gifts for the return home.
Preston lost to Milwall [of all people]
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