Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Las Vegas, 1991

Sara and I were going to Australia for 1 year. (minimum!)
Since we were flying from Los Angeles, we took buses from Montreal, Canada, to LA. It was a 5-day trip, full of adventures. We made 3 stop-overs to sleep in a real bed: Chicago, Las Vegas and Denver.
What I want to talk about today is about our stay in Las Vegas. It was day-time when the bus rolled-in town.
Day-time Las Vegas is quite disappointing. No bright lights. The Strip looks quite regular. Nothing like what we see in movies or on TV.
At the Youth Hostel, we met, Klaus, a German who called himself "The Master of the Slot machines". Yes, really. He owned a black old Cadillac, limousine-style.
We spent a wild night, visiting a few casinos, playing with the free money one gets and having a free brunch at 4 AM.
Needless to say, we did not sleep very much that night....
The strangest thing is upon our return to LA, 1 and half years later, we met Klaus again. He was now living in La and had married a Phillipino woman.