So, we check out of Banana Bungalow and start our trek to the Greyhound bus station at 11am. Paul says he’ll see us in Vegas – aye right - suck a freak!! The blimming bus is over a half hour late but we have fun entertaining ourselves with getting a snap with some firemen and their truck…haha…such tourists!!
It’s a nice 7hr bus ride – sounds long, but it went really fast and the seats on the bus were designed for fat peeps, so nice and roomy!! We have a funny bus driver who was extremely professional, shouting out random instructions like an air stewardess and telling us not to take drugs and drink alcohol on his bus….teehee, so damn American. We’re about an hour away from Vegas, surrounded by cactus and nothingness and we then…..break down!!!!!! Good times!! Luckily, it doesn’t last long but we all have a chuckle thinking we’re going to end up in the desert for the night.
As we’re get closer and closer to Vegas, the craziness of the place is dawning on us. It looks like we’re driving past a toy town, seriously weird! The hotels look absolutely huge with crazy helter-skelter roller coasters dipping in and out of them….it is so insane! I even spy an Eiffel Tower and The Statue of Liberty….
We get off the bus – and my god, it’s soooooooo HOT!!! We hail a cab. It’s a funny ride to our hostel – Sin City - as the taxi man is taking the mick out of our accents and our funny sayings! We check into the hostel and it’s a nice wee community, with a free BBQ starting at 8pm. Vanstone and I miss out as we’re too busy waiting for our bathroom to open! Let me explain….we’re in a semi private room – with a room of 2 attached to us. But they have a door to the bathroom as well, so you kind of dunno if peeps are in there or not. It turns out they had locked the bathroom on our side and we were waiting for 45mins to get in there! RAAAA!!! But it gets sorted by the two lads in that room – they’re from Stoke and seem good craic!
While we’re getting ready, Dave comes up and informs us that….Greasy Paul is here!! What on earth!? Are you serious!? AND….he’s sitting there eating into the free BBQ and isn’t even staying in this blimming hostel….what a pratt!!!!!!! Cannot believe he’s followed us from LA to Vegas and rocked up at the hostel – what a numpty! And isn’t staying here – how rude!!!!!! Anyways, we tell the Stoke lads – that keep appearing at the room – how much of a twit this Paul is and they’re like ‘yikes, best stay on the right side of you pair!’ haha – Hayley Rage combined! Anyhoo, the lads head out on the town and said that they’ll txt us and see where we’re at.
We get ready and neck a bottle of vino before hitting the strip! We wait for the $3 bus and away we go. The crazy Dutch boys have joined us and this kiwi girl, who doesn’t speak much….this should be interesting an night!
Oh my days! This place is beyond crazy – I can’t stress this enough!! There are so many flashy lights everywhere, posh cars driving around, hundreds of people walking around, everything is 24hrs – food places, bars, casinos. It is total mayhem!
We head to Rockpalace as us girlies want to have a dance, but we get told its $20 to get in, so Dave says no……then we go next door into OShea’s and the boys start to gamble. Hayley has a go on some random game – but we aint got a clue….we have to roll the dice and hope for the best!! Rip off methinks! Turns out the game was called Craps – how apt!
Us girls are getting bored with watching the hundreds of sad people gambling their life away, so we neck our wine and decide to go on the hunt for a club. We actually get stopped by the PR person for Rockpalace and get told that we’re allowed in for free, as we’re women!! How funny! So we’re in and the voddie n red bulls are a flowing. We end up getting chatting to some right randoms, who are all having crazy parties back at their hotel room – aye right, think we’ll skip on that thanks. Then the barmaid comes up and says ‘hey girls, you wanna go VIP? It’s free drink!’ so we’re like ‘whey hey, we’re up for that’. We then get taken to this reserved seating and get sat with two, fat middle-aged American guys….and the barmaid says ‘there you go, you girls have fun!’ and winks! Errr what now!? We were supposed to ‘entertain’ these mingers?! Argh!! This is all too crazy, so we down the free drinks and get our asses out of there….mental mental….
We flag a taxi down and get home eventually…there were a few stops along the way but that’s another story….
CRAZY VEGAS!!!
It’s a nice 7hr bus ride – sounds long, but it went really fast and the seats on the bus were designed for fat peeps, so nice and roomy!! We have a funny bus driver who was extremely professional, shouting out random instructions like an air stewardess and telling us not to take drugs and drink alcohol on his bus….teehee, so damn American. We’re about an hour away from Vegas, surrounded by cactus and nothingness and we then…..break down!!!!!! Good times!! Luckily, it doesn’t last long but we all have a chuckle thinking we’re going to end up in the desert for the night.
As we’re get closer and closer to Vegas, the craziness of the place is dawning on us. It looks like we’re driving past a toy town, seriously weird! The hotels look absolutely huge with crazy helter-skelter roller coasters dipping in and out of them….it is so insane! I even spy an Eiffel Tower and The Statue of Liberty….
We get off the bus – and my god, it’s soooooooo HOT!!! We hail a cab. It’s a funny ride to our hostel – Sin City - as the taxi man is taking the mick out of our accents and our funny sayings! We check into the hostel and it’s a nice wee community, with a free BBQ starting at 8pm. Vanstone and I miss out as we’re too busy waiting for our bathroom to open! Let me explain….we’re in a semi private room – with a room of 2 attached to us. But they have a door to the bathroom as well, so you kind of dunno if peeps are in there or not. It turns out they had locked the bathroom on our side and we were waiting for 45mins to get in there! RAAAA!!! But it gets sorted by the two lads in that room – they’re from Stoke and seem good craic!
While we’re getting ready, Dave comes up and informs us that….Greasy Paul is here!! What on earth!? Are you serious!? AND….he’s sitting there eating into the free BBQ and isn’t even staying in this blimming hostel….what a pratt!!!!!!! Cannot believe he’s followed us from LA to Vegas and rocked up at the hostel – what a numpty! And isn’t staying here – how rude!!!!!! Anyways, we tell the Stoke lads – that keep appearing at the room – how much of a twit this Paul is and they’re like ‘yikes, best stay on the right side of you pair!’ haha – Hayley Rage combined! Anyhoo, the lads head out on the town and said that they’ll txt us and see where we’re at.
We get ready and neck a bottle of vino before hitting the strip! We wait for the $3 bus and away we go. The crazy Dutch boys have joined us and this kiwi girl, who doesn’t speak much….this should be interesting an night!
Oh my days! This place is beyond crazy – I can’t stress this enough!! There are so many flashy lights everywhere, posh cars driving around, hundreds of people walking around, everything is 24hrs – food places, bars, casinos. It is total mayhem!
We head to Rockpalace as us girlies want to have a dance, but we get told its $20 to get in, so Dave says no……then we go next door into OShea’s and the boys start to gamble. Hayley has a go on some random game – but we aint got a clue….we have to roll the dice and hope for the best!! Rip off methinks! Turns out the game was called Craps – how apt!
Us girls are getting bored with watching the hundreds of sad people gambling their life away, so we neck our wine and decide to go on the hunt for a club. We actually get stopped by the PR person for Rockpalace and get told that we’re allowed in for free, as we’re women!! How funny! So we’re in and the voddie n red bulls are a flowing. We end up getting chatting to some right randoms, who are all having crazy parties back at their hotel room – aye right, think we’ll skip on that thanks. Then the barmaid comes up and says ‘hey girls, you wanna go VIP? It’s free drink!’ so we’re like ‘whey hey, we’re up for that’. We then get taken to this reserved seating and get sat with two, fat middle-aged American guys….and the barmaid says ‘there you go, you girls have fun!’ and winks! Errr what now!? We were supposed to ‘entertain’ these mingers?! Argh!! This is all too crazy, so we down the free drinks and get our asses out of there….mental mental….
We flag a taxi down and get home eventually…there were a few stops along the way but that’s another story….
CRAZY VEGAS!!!
Hayley
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