Sunday night lights. |
Looking down Las Vegas Boulevard, aka the Strip. |
Inside Paris. |
Matt chasing his own American Dream. |
A-frame mobile whore advertising. |
Look, there's a bum. |
Word of my sporting heroics has reached America. |
This is normal. |
Traffic. |
Inside one of the casino caves. |
Our hotel - The Flamingo. It had Flamingos in the garden. Real ones. |
One of the many wedding chapels. |
One of my short-term winnings. |
Caesar's Palace. |
Down by the Venetian. |
Our old friend Jay. He was alright, really. |
Inside another of the gambling pits. |
I kept repeating the same style of photograph. |
Another. |
And another. |
It's a bit late for this, pal. |
Top work again, squire. Did you see the pirate ship sinking? Have fun out there!
ReplyDeleteCheers, Leon. No - is that at Treasure Island? I saw a pirate ship out the front of there, but I didn't pay it very much attention, as I was about to buy a margarita but then the excitement gave me a little nosebleed. Got a 12 hour drive today, but looking forward to it.
ReplyDeletethee Flamingo? "I fear nothing"!
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