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... mostly stays there. Just returned from twelve days in and around the city of excess. After four nights at the Bellagio (the hotel right in the centre of the Strip with the magnificent fountain show) we moved 20 minutes West to a quieter resort. Our plan was to drive to a selection of national parks including the Grand Canyon after overdosing on all that Las Vegas had to offer night and day. But US politics had other ideas and all the national parks were closed while we were there 
Our four nights at the Bellagio were certainly entertaining as well as exhausting. I've never before seen so much plastic flashed around: not just the buildings, nor my credit card as Mrs KE explored the many shops during the day. The warm evenings brought out tons of plastic proudly displayed on female frontages! They totally distracted my attention from the roulette, crap tables and one-arm bandits so I didn't lose too much money (not that there was much left after all the shopping)!
For our week of "not getting around as much as intended because of the bloody US political system" we rented a minor muscle car - a Chevy Camaro convertible. What a disappointment!
Although we had the one with the smallest engine in the range (320hp 3.6L V6 direct injection) it really should have performed better. The stats indicate that it's similar performance to my C350, but there's really no comparison. The engine was smooth enough and didn't sound too bad with the top down, but it just lumbered up to speed with absolutely no excitement. And when it came to changing direction (yes, there are SOME bends in Nevada and Arizona) it had as much feel to it as a soggy sponge. It gave me no confidence to throw it around as it should have done. And it certainly made me appreciate all the goodies in my MB - constantly fiddling with the air con temperature and fan speed for optimum comfort was the nearest that this car came to being a drag machine! It was good, but should have been so much better on roads like this:
Our four nights at the Bellagio were certainly entertaining as well as exhausting. I've never before seen so much plastic flashed around: not just the buildings, nor my credit card as Mrs KE explored the many shops during the day. The warm evenings brought out tons of plastic proudly displayed on female frontages!
They totally distracted my attention from the roulette, crap tables and one-arm bandits so I didn't lose too much money (not that there was much left after all the shopping)! For our week of "not getting around as much as intended because of the bloody US political system" we rented a minor muscle car - a Chevy Camaro convertible. What a disappointment!
Although we had the one with the smallest engine in the range (320hp 3.6L V6 direct injection) it really should have performed better. The stats indicate that it's similar performance to my C350, but there's really no comparison. The engine was smooth enough and didn't sound too bad with the top down, but it just lumbered up to speed with absolutely no excitement. And when it came to changing direction (yes, there are SOME bends in Nevada and Arizona) it had as much feel to it as a soggy sponge. It gave me no confidence to throw it around as it should have done. And it certainly made me appreciate all the goodies in my MB - constantly fiddling with the air con temperature and fan speed for optimum comfort was the nearest that this car came to being a drag machine! It was good, but should have been so much better on roads like this:
