The road to Las Vegas is then at least briefly. Our hotel - the Orleans - is not on Las Vegas Boulevard - the so-called Strip - but about 2 miles away , but also a huge casino-hotel. Already on the way to the hard to find reception, we must pass dozens, perhaps hundreds of slot machines.
In all other hotels later the same ambience: No daylight, but ensuring 24 hours permanent artificial dim light, loud sound mix of music and gaming machines, cigarette and cigar smoke (yes, here you are allowed to smoke, when it comes to Big Biz), lightly dressed women whon serve cheap drinks. Given the offer for $ 25 for 24 hours to eat all hotel buffets empty. Everything done so that the player does not leave the hotel and loses his sense of time. And obviously many do. The facial expression is fixed on the machine, only on the roulette or blackjack tables you can also recognize emotions in facial expressions. For me it remains a mystery, what can motivate tens of thousands of people a day to put up for the plane.
We soon set off to explore the hotels on the strip. The shuttle bus takes us to Caesar's Palace and Bellagio. The former shows us no parading Roman soldiers, much less a car race or Colosseum games, but the same dismal image as the Orleans. The Bellagio with its Mediterranean aesthetics looks more stylish and offers a beautiful fountain choreography outside.
In the desert the giant decorative water surfaces act is nevertheless also out of place and Las Vegas is the ultimate indicator of the average attitude of Americans towards the environment. Probably nowhere in the world they deal more wasteful with resources. Everything is lit, and the water is flowing and spraying with the thermometer high in the 40s and the humidity around 10%.
Nearly exhausted, we fight for a place on the bus back to the hotel and fall to bed. The 200,000 slot machines in this city are not resting.
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