Phew, what a scorcher. The thermometer tells me it is 104 F , which my mental arithmetic translates to 40C. That can’t be right, I think, but I believe it as soon as we step out of the protective embrace of air conditioning. There’s quite a strong wind, but it’s hot and dry so instead of cooling it just strips away the moisture from your eyes and mouth. You have to sip water every 30 seconds. We spend the hottest part of the day in the hotel pool.
Even at 8pm it is still baking,but we need to explore the strip. We see a pirates v showgirls show outside Treasure Island, gondolas at The Venetian, fountains at the Bellagio and a volcano at the Mirage.
Of course, we have to gamble, so we feed some quarters into one of the less intimidating slot machines.
More pictures of Vegas on Mr Beet’s flickr page.