So, after returning from the Canyon, we crashed. We didn't wake up until 11 a.m. the next day. It was the only time in the last few days that we actually got some decent sleep. The last, third day in Vegas. Tickets to New York (again via Minneapolis) were at 4 p.m. that same day. After waking up and grabbing a bite, we headed to the center of Vegas, to the famous Las Vegas Blvd. We got off the bus at the very beginning and walked the rest of the way. At first, there wasn't anything interesting—just dozens of little chapels where happy couples could get married in famous Vegas. Or, like Stu from "The Hangover," marry a hooker. Lena comes up with some crazy ideas: "Let's get married and get divorced right away!" Oh, by the way, the chapel where Stu got married was on our way. After having lunch at Burger King and spending some time online, we moved on. One of the first landmarks we encountered was the Stratosphere—a huge tower with an observation deck on top. And then it started: Circus Circus, Encore, Palazzo, Wynn, Venetian, The Mirage, Caesars Palace, Bellagio, the mini-Eiffel Tower, mini-New York. It was all cool. It felt like I was in GTA San Andreas. Painfully familiar places—ah, right, the fictional Las Venturas was copied from the real Las Vegas. It's just that during the day, it all looks like huge movie sets, not as impressive as at night. But still, it's impressive at times. Well, it was time to head to the airport. Las Vegas is cool. The Grand Canyon is even cooler. But despite the positive emotions, we were tired and already wanted to be in New York. That's where our Vegas trip ends: everything was deserted, stuffy, the air was melting—just as it should be.
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