Bare desert with perfectly straight roads for hundreds of miles and then boom, a huge strip full of hotels in a variety of shapes: pyramids, sky scrapers, cities; you name it; it’s in Vegas.
It takes your breath away the second you ride down the main strip in the back of the taxi, you’re tired, you’ve been on a plane for 10 hours; you’re starting to wonder if the whole thing is a mirage; I mean have I really just gone past a giant two storey Coca-Cola bottle? (why yes, yes you have!) You dump your bags and go to explore, feeling that warm heat wrap around you like an old friend. Explore you do, until you sadly have to board that plane back home.
There’s nothing that really prepares you for the first time that you stand on the sidewalk and take in what’s around you. We’d walked from our hotel up the strip, cut through the Excalibur and saw people winning (the casino included) and having a blast, we stopped; prepared ourselves for the heat outside with a huge bottle of ice cold pepsi and headed out, cut across the bridge to the NYNY and carried on up; through and around the Aria, stopping at the Crystals shopping Mall to stare in the windows of the top designers and see people weighed under by the amount of shopping bags that they were carrying. I mean could that be me one day (doubtful considering I only intended to go on the penny slots this trip), but alas it’s possible to dream! Before we knew it we were leaning on the grey stone barriers of the Bellagio, waiting for the next round of the fountain show.
These water shows, completely free, portrays Las Vegas in my eyes: big, brash, bold but artistic and perfect all in one bundle. Looking both to the left and the right of me there were hundreds of people, most with cameras out; all doing the same thing that I was, gawping at how incredible the fountains were, wondering how much power was needed to get the jets that high, watching the water and hoping that tonight was the night, the night where things changed, where winners could be made, where memories were currently being made, where for a couple of minutes at least, nothing else mattered except for being surrounded by the dancing water, the music and the joyful crowds.
Then it was over, as quick as the crowds filled up they went again, but some stayed, moving into a better view for the next show in 15 minutes. Me? I watched an hours worth, then decided it was time to carry on and see what else this incredible town had to offer me.
Now I’d like to hear Mollie’s, Laura’s and Ciara’s favourite travel memory too! As well as all of yours!
This post is my entry into the Celebrity Cruises #MyTravelMemory competition, the competition is open for entries until Sunday 31st January 2016. All you need to do is describe your favourite holiday memory in a blog post and tag three of your blogging friends to do exactly the same in order to be entered to win a 7 night cruise to make more incredible travel memories! For more information please visit the Celebrity Cruises blog here and here (for the terms and conditions) and good luck!