If I could impart one piece of advice to you about Las Vegas it would be ‘’warning: things are not as close as they seem’’.
I spent most of my four days here walking to somewhere that I can see up ahead, but something about the size and the lights make it seem closer than it is. I left Vegas with sore feet.
I did practically no research before I got here, mostly because of lack of internet in the desert before I arrived. So instead I had to wing it.
My tour finished at the Alexis Park hotel and I booked an extra three nights at the same hotel.
The hotel was fine, less than a mile from the strip, but if I come again I will look for somewhere nearer to the downtown area, because I preferred the downtown to the strip.
The downtown is home to Fremont street, a covered walkway/entertainment complex. This comes complete with free summer concerts, a nightly light show, and a zip line.
Also in the downtown there is the Neon Museum, a depot full of retired neon signs, which I really wanted to visit. However it turns out they only take visitors by guided tour and were fully booked on the day I showed up. If I’d done my research I would have known that I suppose; that’s what happens when you move so fast that you don’t have time to organise your next leg properly. I had to content myself with this park opposite.
Another nice place to go in the area is the Container Park, an open air shopping/food and drink/entertainment complex made out of shipping containers.
If you walk back from the downtown (remember the warning and don’t do it. things are not as close as they seem) you go past a bunch of cute little (or tacky depending on your p.o.v) wedding chapels.
If you want to know anything, ask a taxi driver. Out of 6 or 7 taxi rides that I took in Vegas I never met a taxi driver who didn’t like to chat. From the driver from Mexico who serenaded us with opera to the one from LA who told me about the ‘special off-menu cocktail’ at the Cosmopolitan (it comes with a flower that you eat to numb your mouth in order to make the cocktail taste better. No, I didn’t try it. I prefer not to do anything that I need a numb mouth to enjoy. It sounded too much like a trip to the dentist).
Another piece of taxi-driver advise I received was to pick a sum of money you can afford to lose, say $1,000, then go gamble it. Really $1000? Do people routinely gamble that kind of money? I took $50 to Caesar’s Palace (yes I’m not really a gambler) and lost it in around 50 minutes. I can see how people could find this addictive.