An American Tale - Day 7, Alt. Vegas

For the last week I have slept in a number of motel rooms of varying quality.  From quirky to sucky and everything in between, they have all shared the common thread of 'basic'.

It was now time to try a little more luxury....at The Flamingo.

This is the Pink plinkerty pink hotel, originally opened by mobster Bugsy Segal, (a fact which they love to remind you about everywhere across the casino).

Right in the middle of the strip, it is everything you expect from Vegas; Over the top, Glitzy, cheesy, huge.  

My room carried on the theme;

Pink cheesy decor

On the 19th floor with awesome views of the Bellagio fountains

AND A TV SCREEN IN MY BATHROOM MIRROR!

I have a wander around the casino, and as my first time I thought it'd be rude not to throw a few chips on the roulette table (quickest £50 I'd spend the whole holiday).

Maybe I'd try the gambling again tomorrow, let's get a drink instead.

Feeling a little rock n roll (as always) I try out Hard Rock hotel for a few Sam Adams (the only American beer I've found so far that doesn't taste like fizzy water.)  I also found the so called Crack cocaine of gambling here, Video Poker.

Hemmorhaging money and quick I thought I needed to move a little further away from the strip, and I stumble across The Double Down Saloon.  A dive bar, with a heavy sounding juke box and $2 cans of beer, this was perfect for the end of the night.  A little further into the night, I get chatted up by a girl with a mohawk whilst a punk band called Geezus Cryst play....not the Vegas I was expecting!

Tomorrow...A little more of traditional Vegas.