After freezing my ass off in the Nevada desert, I tried to sleep in the car that night, I got up very early. The good thing about getting up early is that you can watch the sunset and a bad cup of coffee tastes so much better.
I left this little Motel in that little village in the big Nevada desert and tried to find my way to a city in the desert called Las Vegas.
The taste of sin is in the air. I think there is no other place where winning and loosing come so close together.
I was lucky to stay with a local. A real local. Shana the unstoppable bartender who is always up for a shot. We went to a fancy club called Tryst in the Wynn hotel and somehow sneaked ourselves in through the fast queue. The club styled throughout with a huge waterfall outside, the people shallow and a vodka red bull 18.- USD. Nevertheless it was good to see a bit of the real face of Las Vegas. Don’t go there and expect to meet your new best friend.
The next day I went to see the city and after that to the bar where Shana works. A life band was playing and after a couple of beers it was so easy to get up and dance before we started bar hoping until 6 in the morning.
Don’t go there and expect to win money and don’t go there to meet Sigfrid and Roy. And don’t forget the rule if you win run.
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