High Roller, a 550-foot tall, 520-foot diameter giant Ferris wheel on the Las Vegas Strip.
Last week I was on the road again. This time in service of my job. I had planned to journal my trip in real time, but then you’ve heard about plans and how much God loves messing with them. It is only now that I’m back home that I’ve finally found some time to write about my experiences. In SIN CITY. I found very few sinners in Las Vegas. Just lovely people who seem to have a thing for bright and shiny things and neon.
Every year towards the end of January everyone in the global air conditioning fraternity meets at AHR Expo – the biggest show for our industry – this time in Las Vegas. I’m more than a little excited because, after the expo, I head off to Southern California for a photo shoot and a mini-reunion with schoolmates.
It has been a very long trek to Sin City. The journey from Mumbai to Vegas punctuated an 8-hour layover at Heathrow. Long trek, notwithstanding, my arrival in Vegas coincided with some excellent weather. The city resembled a bed of glittering lights. McCarran Airport boasts of a thousand slot machines. You just don’t stand a chance!
I stayed at The MGM Signature with my friends Vikram and Krish. Our suite was large enough, so we weren’t in each other’s pockets, but warm and welcoming at the same time. A large picture window overlooked a section of the city and North Las Vegas airport. We faced east and every morning we were witness to the ascent of the sun as it broke through with its magnificence from behind a small hill range in the near distance. What a sight to behold every morning. The windows of our suite were sealed, so the only way to capture dawn breaking was from a terrace on the 38th floor. The view was just breathtaking, to say the least.
My week in Vegas was spent enjoying glorious sunrises in the morning and glittering lights in the evening. I took to going for late evening walks in the bracing weather along the strip. I could describe what I saw, but in this case, the photographs below tell a better story than I ever could.
The lobby at the Venetian
All lit up
Somewhere on the strip
Oh and this post wouldn’t be about me without the food. See for yourself.
Does my obsession with shrimp show? Does it? Sometimes I eat lobster too.
It’s said, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” until someone said of our trip, “What happens in Vegas stays on Facebook,” I thought it best to strike a fine balance between the two.
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