Vegas

42 degrees, jesus, 42 degrees Celsius. so hot that even the crows fly with beaks open panting with this heat. Getting out of this car feels like an occupational hazard and i avoid even the thought of it let alone the actuality. With the air conditioning blasting I manage to stick my hand out of the window only to be greeted with a blast of dry hot air that feel like it will melt my hand like acid. But it's so beautiful here that you forget about the possibility of death in this land of the young, and your eyes glaze over as you marvel at the colours of the Mohaby desert with its umber and mauve tones.

When you do venture out from the mobile oasis of your car and into this epic scenery with Havana flip flops you crunch through under growth you think could be teeming with scorpions and spiders and suck in the heat which equals the saunas of Islingtons swimming pool complex. God, to make this road all the way out here, their bodies must have been made of leather and stone to work here, let alone their minds to even conceive the idea of doing this.20 Miles out of Baker heading north on the 15 to Las Vegas from the 7 lane motorways and down to just the 2 lanes, I'm accompanied by tourists in SUVs eager to spend thier exchange rate bonus, and polished trucks carrying their loads of army tank as we all drone collectively towards the bright lights of the Vegas madhouse.

When i arrive at the bad Ecalibur Casino its bright and lurid everywhere, but there's guys on bmxs hanging out in the car parks just off the strip. Nothing but smiles from some as I take their picture while the heat weighs more heavily on my shoulders than the old C330 camera around my neck.



Inside the oxygen is pumped in providing a light head and plenty of gambling from all the guests. In the lift a couple start chatting, "hey will you marry my daughter in Oxford, she needs her green card"? we all laugh and I realize everyones heres pissed.
Later on in the evening at the strip a car pulls up with a smart lady in the driving seat, she passes me and winds down the window and Hollars, "hey, wanna fuck ya'll?". Y'all??? so I answer in typical English manner, "no thanks, sorry".