This is the "Strip", otherwise known as Las Vegas Boulevard.

We walked up and down this thing one day for hours. We think we covered about 8-10 miles, maybe more. At one point, a mysterious fog swept in across the strip, and R. was able to get a picture of it.

I know at first glance it looks like someone took a photo off a footbridge and got one of the bars in the way, but it's not. Ok? Good...

Las Vegas is all about sex and money. There are gangs of people on the street, men, women and children, handing out pictures of hookers with their phone numbers on. They gave most of them to R., which didn't exactly do wonders for my self esteem...

When you win big, a dancing girl leaps out of the top of your slot machine.

And when you win reallybig, hookers fall from the ceiling...

I didn't win very much, so I didn't get any offers from hookers. However I did make friends with someone from out of town.

If you lose really bad, the Luxor gets upset about it, and they make you sit outside on King Tut's lap until your luck changes...

Viva Las Vegas...