The first time I visited
Las Vegas was as a 22-year-old traveling by Amtrak. The train pulled trough the desert into this neon mecca, and I was hooked. Back then, I stayed in a youth hostel and fell in love with the city when I won on the nickel machine. Vegas, and me, have changed a lot over the last 10 years. I have returned many times since, and though I don’t stay at the hostel these days, I still love those nickel slots.
Vegas really does cater to everyone. You see little old ladies throwing their life savings into a slot machine, big-spender business men on the "minimum ,000" tables, hagged-out-looking strippers heading home after a busy night, families with kids, squealing bachelourette parties, college boys hoping for some first-time action, gay men checking out the "marvelous" architecture, and frat boys at the all-you-can-eat buffet.
The hotels are amazing. It really doesn’t matter which one you stay in, because half the fun in Vegas is walking through the themed hotels and checking them out. Each year a newer, bigger, better hotel is built. It’s like Blackpool on acid (you guys from UK will know what that means).
The gambling here is world-renowned. Now, I’m not a gambler, but you can easily fill your day without even touching a blackjack table. The shows are world-famous, as are the food buffets.
Being from England, where gambling is commonplace, it’s not such a big deal. However, when I take trips here from Dallas (where there are lots gambling restrictions), the anticipation just on the plane is unbelievable. There are grown men loud, boisterous, and giggling with excitement. I have to add that the atmosphere flying back is usually a little more subdued, with tales of woe as to who lost how much and what the hell will they tell the wives !!
Las Vegas doesn’t sleep unless you want it to. If you want to stay in your room all night, it’s okay. If you want to gamble and dance the night away, that’s okay, too. The nightlife doesn’t just revolve around cabaret shows anymore. Some great party/trance clubs have sprung up in recent years. No one will care what you do, and no one will judge you here. However, as Britney Spears found out what happens in Vegas… doesn’t always stay in Vegas.
Quick Tips:
• If you want to do any of the shows, try booking them in advance over the Internet from home. They get full really quickly, especially over the holidays.
• Drink lots of coffee, Red Bull, or other such energy enhancer!!
• Catch the "free" shows in front of the hotels, like the water fountains of Bellagio or the pirate battle at Treasure Island.
• You can walk the hotels at any age but
must be over 21 to enter the gambling areas. Bring ID, as they will check.
• Same goes for the clubs. You need to be 21 to drink, though some clubs will allow entry, but they will stamp your hand so no one will serve you drinks. Again, bring ID.
• Try to get away from the Strip if you have time. There are great places close by, such as Hoover Dam, Lake Mead, and Red Rock Canyon. A few hours’ drive can have you in Los Angeles or the Grand Canyon
• Leave your watch at home! There’s a reason the casinos don’t have windows or clocks. They don’t want you to know what time it is. Go with the flow.
Best Way To Get Around:
If you want to experience some of the places around Las Vegas, a car would be best, especially for seeing the Grand Canyon. However, all trips can be arranged as a tour. If you plan on staying in Las Vegas, the bus runs up and down the Strip all day long. Taxis are plentiful and not too expensive.
Most sights are within walking distance if you stay on the main drag, but don’t forget that this is the desert, so it’s hot. Also, distances can be deceiving, as the walkways will take you all up and around the entrance to each hotel rather than in a direct route. What looks like a very short distance can, in fact, take awhile.
One word of warning, if you are walking the Strip with kids, watch out for the little guys handing out leaflets for strip bars or worse. Ultimately, most of these get dropped on the ground and build up. Sometimes you can be walking over hundreds of semi-naked women in different erotic poses, not something you want little 8-year-old Billy to see.