After almost 6 months in America, the 1st of June had snuck up on me, and I was Australia bound. My time in the States had finally come to the end. From Vegas to LAX, a three hour flight. An eight hour stopover in LAX led to me accidentally ending up in the terminal I departed for America in, six months ago and a huge sense of déjà vu and disbelief that the time had flown by so quickly. A 15 hour flight from LAX to Sydney over the Pacific later, most of which I thankfully slept, I touched foot in Australia. Through customs and quarantine (passing my extremely suspect looking Navajo dreamcatcher, but demanding to sanitise my Nikes) I had another 2 hour stopover before boarding the plane for the 2 hour flight from Sydney to Adelaide, my final destination. Being back in Australia is surreal. Using Australian money is surreal. I still haven’t fully comprehended that I can’t just hop over to another dorm on my College campus and see my friends. But what I can say, after travelling for so long, is that it’s amazing to stay in one place, be settled and relax. Despite the amazing places I’ve been, the amazing people I’ve met, and the amazing experiences I’ve had – I still call Australia home.
My time in Vegas was an absolute whirl, and is best summed up in dot-point form – brief, confusing and scrambled, so here goes!
Vegas have amazing casino membership cards – I gained membership to the Palazzo and Venetian when I was there, and the membership card is positively pimpin’! It even comes complete with gold chain.
In Nevada, people can walk the streets with open bottles of alcohol. There are no dry zones. You can literally bring your own alcohol into a casino. Like, legit, bring a six pack of stubbies into the Cas, sit at a table, and down them whilst you’re playing.
Furthermore in Nevada, it’s legal to smoke inside. Having people lighting up inside casinos was an absolutely bizarre experience.
Even furthermore, there is NO dress code in these casinos.
The first night of Vegas, our group was treated to the Party Bus – a bus where we all brought our own alcohol onto the ride (after pre-drinking, naturally), and sung and danced to loud music inside a Hummer decked out with stripper poles and a plush interior. The only thing that made it better was the fact that our tour guide was smashed, and our Polish bus driver who drove us during the day, did shots with us and then proceeded to put his tie around his head and dance on the stripper pole.
The second night of Vegas I got harassed by an overenthusiastic Canadian who wanted to hold my hand the entire night.
When drunk, things that become mesmerizing are water and light – both of them combined are present in the Bellagio fountain, which resulted in about 100 out of focus photos of said fountain on my phone which I reviewed in confusion the next morning.
The Vegas strip is deceptively long. My blistered feet weren’t thanking me by the end of it.
Vegas is just weird – its this huge built up city, in the middle of the freaking desert.
Whilst exploring some of the malls, I came across a mall that had a thunderstorm every hour. I happened to be there on the hour - and the small lake started smoking, thunder noises and lightning flashes started, and then water started falling from the roof. Inside. Why. Whyyyyy.
There are some things you just can’t explain, it’s just…. Vegas.