What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas


I don’t want to betray too many Vegas secrets about what our group got up to on Friday night but I can tell you that Saturday night was a quiet one. 

We arrived quite late in the afternoon after a short drive from the Grand Canyon, stopping on Route 66 along the way. It’s ridiculous that Route 66 is still so popular and yet it has been decommissioned as a highway so you actually need to detour from the highway to see it. 

We drove down the strip in Vegas as we arrived and while it is impressive, it almost doesn’t seem real. 

Friday night we had a party limo booked so naturally I bought 800ml of mini margaritas for 12 dollars at Safeway then got in the damn limo. 

We drove around for around 2 hours, stopping at the Vegas sign and finally at the Bellagio. Somehow we found our way into a rooftop club there and for the purposes of this blog, I did a little dancing, got in a taxi and came home. 

But actually that’s what happened. Pretty much. 

The Bellagio is known for it’s water feature display.

Saturday we spent on the strip hopping between the crazy hotels. 

For anyone with kids, New York is the definite pick of the hotel bunch. For me, New York was definitely the pick of the hotel bunch.  I went on the roller coaster and played in the chocolate shop for a bit. 

Ready to be an adult again by Saturday night, dinner was at the very nice Italian restaurant with nice Californian red wine in the golden nugget hotel where we were staying, followed by a gambling jaunt down Freemont street where I won $3.35. Which I cashed. 

My overall thoughts on Vegas? Well…I won’t be rushing back. Partially because I can’t afford it, but also because when it followed monument valley and the Grand Canyon, it all seemed a bit fake. 


Road Trip to Walwa

Australia, Road Trip, travel, Uncategorized

I hear you asking… “Where the hell is Walwa?” Well don’t worry. That was my exact reaction when I first met my friend Rob and he was telling me where he grew up. That was back in around 2012. A couple of years on, I still consider this kid a good enough friend to road trip 7 hours down the road for his 21st (Actually 22nd- but he just pretended he was 21 in order to throw a killer party), and he still considers me a good enough friend to extend an invite.

I decided to make a weekend of it, as it is rather a long drive. So on Friday afternoon, after I finished work, I jumped in the car and drove down as far as Wagga. That drive basically consists of strait road and unvarying views for about 500km.  Just in time for dinner, I pulled into my friend Sarah’s place where I stayed overnight.

On Saturday morning, feeling a lot less tired, Sarah gave me the grand tour of Wagga. It was cool to check out, as a lot of my university friends came from here, and it was nice to visualise all the things they used to talk about, especially the Wagga beach.

The infamous Wagga "Beach"

The infamous Wagga “Beach”

It doesn’t look like much but the banks of the Murrumbidgee River are actually quite picturesque. I can only imagine all the kids growing up here, and the antics they must have got up to. While it definitely has sand, the beach does lack a couple of key beach features, such as waves, seagulls and somewhere to buy hot chips.

Saturday afternoon, we met up with a couple of other friends and hit the road again, down to Walwa, which is just on the border between NSW and VIC. We drove past a lot of farms and my friends were explaining to me the impact the drought a couple of years ago had on the land here, and the floods that then followed. It really seems almost like a different world. That sounds silly, but I suppose at home, we never saw the full effects of any of that, as we are on the coast, in a very temperate climate. We get plenty of rain through both winter and summer. Farming needs such a precise weather pattern. It seems such a risky business!

We drove into Rob’s place and it was absolutely stunning.

Just your average driveway, where you actually can't see the other end of it.

Just your average driveway, where you actually can’t see the other end of it.

The party itself was a lot of fun. I got to catch up with a lot of friends from all around the state, and we partied well into the night. It was so great to hear about all the things that have happened over summer. I got a bit of a shock when I walked into the cool room to grab a beer, and found a dead, half butchered cow hanging up over the top of all the drinks. As it turns out, a couple of days prior, Rob had been rounding up cattle and a pregnant heifer had run into the gate after he had shut it. She had died so they thought, “oh well, we’ll just eat her”! Crazy farm people. I guess there is nothing else you really can do!

I only retired to bed when it got too cold to stay out any longer. It was about 5 degrees, and this is supposed to be a summer night! We camped in a little shed, and rolled out of bed on Sunday to a glorious day.


Woke up to this…

After some much needed bacon and egg sandwiches, and a strong coffee, we set off back to Wagga, I had a quick lunch stop, then shot back up the Hume to be home in time for dinner.

There’s definitely no place I would rather have been this weekend.