Greyhound to Vegas
Vegas looked like.... Marina Bay Sands. Hence I won't be posting many photos of that here.
Slash.
Really, who slashes safety signs?
Mexican influence was very strong in LA. Check out the signs on the wall, and ponder about the events which led to their existence.
But I deviate. The ride to Vegas was largely uneventful, save for this sign I spotted. Who/What is Calico? Who took the effort to put that up? Were/was he/they drunk?
Maybe it's really an ugly "Califo"
Wise Words
I just had to post this photo :p We'd made it to Vegas!
In Vegas, you can buy anything. Including..Love.
Prostitution is still illegal in Vegas, but they're trying to change that.
I think it's really cool how the welcome signs to American cities/states were all unique. NY's was Welcome to the Empire State. I liked how the Nevada one was so unabashedly all-american casino, with flamboyant little crowns atop each...pole. It's like the people of the city actually made an effort to design something for their area. In most other countries, signs would be standard issue. Maybe with a tiny monochrome graphic of whatever their national symbol is.
Have a great Sunday y'all :D
Another reason's that my hands were too laden with shopping. Yepppp Vegas is home to two factory outlets.
YES I WAS WEARING SHORTS YOU HORRIBLE PEOPLE.
credits to Amanda for this image
Walked away with 7FAM, RL, a lighter heart and an anorexic wallet. HAHAHA. Have I mentioned how much I ♥ Vegas? We spent 3 days there. First evening was KA, second day they visited the Grand Canyon, and I lost myself in the different shops. Met the most delicious pair of boots on discount, but didn't buy them. They were...too expensive.
Bought them in LA because I couldn't get my mind off them. You just don't argue with true love appears twice. Ruined them within 2 months. Third day was more outlet shopping. Got me a Samsonite! With four wheels. You don't know good luggage until you meet a Samsonite. Teehee :D There's something different about its shape and feel. Or maybe I'm a victim of good marketing.
YES I WAS WEARING SHORTS YOU HORRIBLE PEOPLE.
credits to Amanda for this image
Walked away with 7FAM, RL, a lighter heart and an anorexic wallet. HAHAHA. Have I mentioned how much I ♥ Vegas? We spent 3 days there. First evening was KA, second day they visited the Grand Canyon, and I lost myself in the different shops. Met the most delicious pair of boots on discount, but didn't buy them. They were...too expensive.
Bought them in LA because I couldn't get my mind off them. You just don't argue with true love appears twice. Ruined them within 2 months. Third day was more outlet shopping. Got me a Samsonite! With four wheels. You don't know good luggage until you meet a Samsonite. Teehee :D There's something different about its shape and feel. Or maybe I'm a victim of good marketing.
But let's backtrack a little, and explore the pre-Vegas part of our trip! Due to parental constraints (don't ask, and no, not mine), we could not rent a car. As a result, we ended up taking the Greyhound across the West Coast. Erm...next time I'm flying. Taking the Greyhound on the West Coast was seriously disgusting, and we should have listened to Google reviews.
My skin crawls at the memory. But really, I never really appreciated the benefits of creature comforts like Security and Hygiene until Greyhound. But hey, dodgy means good photo opportunities, and a chance to see the side of LA that 90210 and the O.C conveniently omitted.
The Greyhound LA terminal was located at E 7th St (Skid Row to LA natives), and home to the less savoury members of society. There, grey buildings with filthy windows line the streets. Cables and/or laundry lines crisscross across the sky, and nobody speaks English. And then you start wondering whether it was wise to wear anything less penetrable than leather. After all, what is cotton to a needle? Just another fabric to poke through. In the words of Eddie Carbone, the place gave me the "heeby- jeebies".
Must thank ChingTse for these photos :p Dragged the poor guy out with me (I insist that he very kindly offered), because I wanted photos, but didn't dare to explore SkidRow alone. He's still in North Carolina....maybe I can ship stuff to him :o
Our first sign that the service was dodgy on the West Coast was this sign
Must thank ChingTse for these photos :p Dragged the poor guy out with me (I insist that he very kindly offered), because I wanted photos, but didn't dare to explore SkidRow alone. He's still in North Carolina....maybe I can ship stuff to him :o
Our first sign that the service was dodgy on the West Coast was this sign
Slash.
Really, who slashes safety signs?
Mexican influence was very strong in LA. Check out the signs on the wall, and ponder about the events which led to their existence.
But I deviate. The ride to Vegas was largely uneventful, save for this sign I spotted. Who/What is Calico? Who took the effort to put that up? Were/was he/they drunk?
Maybe it's really an ugly "Califo"
Wise Words
I just had to post this photo :p We'd made it to Vegas!
Prostitution is still illegal in Vegas, but they're trying to change that.
I think it's really cool how the welcome signs to American cities/states were all unique. NY's was Welcome to the Empire State. I liked how the Nevada one was so unabashedly all-american casino, with flamboyant little crowns atop each...pole. It's like the people of the city actually made an effort to design something for their area. In most other countries, signs would be standard issue. Maybe with a tiny monochrome graphic of whatever their national symbol is.
Have a great Sunday y'all :D
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