“Save the best for last” is a popular saying I grew up with and as we left behind the glitz and glamour of LA last year on the final leg of our California road trip and headed towards Las Vegas I wondered if it would be the case this time.
The drive from LA to Las Vegas is breathtaking and I know if you have read my earlier pieces on this trip I have said that before, but this was on a different level. In place of the dramatic sea views along the Pacific Coast Highway are miles of open desert, blue skies and wild, rugged scenery. How can that be breathtaking? Well it just is. You really do feel that it is just you and the elements and for a woman of my age it was a bit reminiscent of Thelma & Louise, but in place of a 1966 Ford Thunderbird and my best mate was a Nissan 4×4, air-conditioning, my husband and teens.
My husband last visited Las Vegas on a road trip with his own parents as a teenager, but for me and our teens it was our first experience. Regardless of how often you may have seen it on TV or in a movie, nothing prepares you for your first sighting. The Vegas skyline looms out of the hazy heat of the desert and is made up of the most incongruous collection of familiar landmarks from other renowned cities’ skylines. The Statue of Liberty, the Eiffel Tower and the London Eye all sit alongside each other.
America does everything on a big scale but Las Vegas epitomises that more than anywhere else that we visited and that applies to the hotels too. Ask anyone who has been and everyone will have a different opinion on where is best to stay and why. All the hotels are landmarks in their own right and are big and brash. The Excalibur looks like a Disney castle, The Luxor constitutes a Sphinx and a Pyramid and Caesar’s Palace needs little introduction. Then there is the Mandalay Bay with its very