San Francisco, CA to Las Vegas, NV

An early start and a dash to the bus station to catch the bus to Dave and Melissa’s in Las Vegas. It wasn’t until I purchased my ticket that I realized that we were going via Los Angeles – 15 hours on a Greyhound. Beauty!

I slept most of the way to LA, so not much to report. Loved the Greyhound station in LA – Not! What a dodgy place. I spent an hour there before getting on the third, and emptiest, bus to Las Vegas. Another relatively uneventful trip until we hit Primm Valley, which is the first city you see in Nevada. It looks like something out of Star Wars – with a stream of headlights on one side of the road and taillights on ours heading into this over lit town – surrounded by nothing but darkness.

Half an hour later we headed into Vegas – which was a similar viewing experience to Primm Valley, but on a grander scale. Melissa was there to meet me with two of her friends, Mike and Kendra. They gave us a lift back to the Spooner’s, where Dave joined us for a drive up and down The Strip. What a bizarre and amazing place – like nothing else on Earth. Bright, flashy lights make night look like day. And people are everywhere – all the time. The tour finished with us having a late dinner at the Hard Rock Hotel (just behind the Spooner's apartment). After dinner we headed over to the Office Bar (a fave with the locals), where we met up for a drink with a few of Dave’s workmates – Juan, Willy, Tim and Nam. We stumbled out of there and into bed at the same time as the sun was rising. Ahhhh! Welcome to Vegas.

New York, New York, Las Vegas