Vegas – land of excess
What can I say? Yesterday we saw lions in our hotel (in their den), saw a live rock band, a fake volcano erupt 100 feet into the air, gambled, and even got some sleep. We missed the pirate battle, but maybe tonight!
Vegas is the land of excess – complete sensory overload. Light and sounds everywhere – even slots at the airport. We are staying at the MGM Grand hotel – with over 5000 rooms, and a casino area of 151000 sq ft, and a 17000 seat arena.
David Copperfield is playing at the hotel and near by are the Beach Boys, ZZ Top, Tom Jones, Toni Braxton, Jay Leno and get this – Barry Manilow!
So we are off to see the New York Skyline, then going to Luxor to see a full size replica of King Tut’s tomb. Oh, we are going to go past Camelot
You can come here and visit the world!
ps Fear and loathing in Las Vegas now has a new meaning to me!
Vegas! here we come!
I’m leaving on a jet plane, and yes – I do know when I’ll be back again. As you read this, Lois and I are on our way to the Toastmasters Convention in Phoenix, but via a small detour in Las Vegas.
Yes, we will be spending a few days in Las Vegas, Nevada before flying down to the convention in Phoenix, Arizona.
So, either I will be stone broke or stinkingly rich when I arrive back home :-) Actually there is tons to do there besides gambling – we will be visiting the Hover Dam, and the SkyWalk in the Grand Canyon.
After the conference, we will be spending a couple of days in the Desert,and then the last few days in New Yyork before coming back home. It’s going to be a pretty exhausing but fun time!
Wish us luck on the slots!
ps: the next few posts will be sent from my phone, so the spelling might be a bit worse than usual
Images from http://p.vtourist.com/1509754-Las_Vegas-Las_Vegas.jpg and http://www.ornl.gov/sci/hp2005/las_vegas.shtm
Vogon Poetry
Courtesy of the BBC, I have found an online Vogon Poetry Generator. The Vogons are known as having written the third worst poetry in the Galaxy.
So, here is my poem:
See, see the Old sky
Marvel at its big Pink depths.
Tell me, Calvin do you
Wonder why the walrus ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel Sleepy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your uberrubtan facial growth
That looks like
A tomatoe.
What’s more, it knows
Your bottom potting shed
Smells of a green snale.
Everything under the big Old sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm Blue Cheeses.
FYI: The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem’s reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.
Source: H2G2 and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vogon_poetry
Photos of Old Cape Town
These are some really interesting pictures of Old Cape Town that were emailed to me. I have no idea what the source is, but it is quite amazing how much Cape Town has changed.
Please let me know if you do know the source and I will credit them.
Update 4 April 2008: the photos belong to Cape Town Accomodation. They have kindly given me permission to show the pictures.
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