Ta-ta, Vegas
The funniest thing during the entire trip happened on the red-eye at 1:00 a.m. this morning (er, 4:00 a.m. in my home time zone). When the gentleman arrived to take his seat next to me on the flight, he commented, “If I start snoring, and I will, hit me in the head. It’s the only thing that works.”
Yes, he did start snoring. No, I definitely did not hit him in the head.
Is Vegas not the most bizarre place? Yet you can’t tear your eyes away…three days is definitely enough! Where did you stay?
Pretty fountain! I can’t imagine you in Vegas for some reason, though. Too commercial!
my mother-in-law, when she was alive, and on holiday hiking the mont blanc, encountered a fellow traveller in a walkers refuge (where a dorm was de rigeur) and he said: “i snore. when i get loud, whistle.” he did, and she did, and he – miraculously – stopped.
i tried this at home, i must admit. it didn’t work. but i am a hopeless whistler.
i’m glad you’re back!