Across the Zion National Park, we arrive in Las Vegas. Dramatic landscapes give way to dramas of mankind.
A curtain of light stretches across the desert horizon, shimmering in the distance. At first it looks magical, like masses of Christmas lights, woven together so tightly one cannot tell individual lights. As we approach throughout the industrial estates we feel disquietingly like moths pulled towards the light.
We arrive at the Boulevard, and head for the car parks. We did not do our homework on Las Vegas, nor is stopping here part of the plan. It’s on the way from the Grand Canyon, so here we are.
Cirque du Soleil catches our eye, we like “Believe” in particular, with its gothic chic and handcuffs. It is a sell-out so sadly no tickets for us…Should have arranged this earlier, Coffee, Cake & Kink being “Cirque du Soleil ‘s official hangout” (as per our guest book, anyhow).
We spot a rainbow flag in one of the stores, with what appears to be a tiny gallery of erotica huddled up to its corner. Sadly, “Bite” at “Cathouse” turns out just another bar and nothing remotely promising is open.
We leave as soon as we can, and not soon enough.
On the outskirts of Las Vegas, we are rammed by a drunk driver. Faced with a jail term – a likely penalty for drink driving under Nevada State Law – she lies to police officers about who was driving (her passenger, apparently). Both are released with no consequence before we have a chance to recheck the facts. We plead with an LVPD officer attending to the scene to pull evidence off nearby cameras, sadly none are operational.
It’s 4.35am before we are free to go – no citation, a big dent in the car. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas…
This kink, we could have done without!
