So we left Bishop and made our way to Joshua tree for a day where we managed to get a bit of climbing in before deciding that Vegas might be more fun. We were right. We showed up late and ready to rock... the tired eyes turned bright and the Strip was electrifying. It may sound like we were on acid or something but we weren't... just drunk.
Our need to scale walls made for an entertaining night as Charlie and I wound up in hadcuffs with a taser pointed at us for traversing a brick wall... It turned out that the Cop just had a small Penis and was intending to extend it with a power trip. The constant stream of the word, "Fuck" was enough for me to know that we wouldn't be arrested, despite his constant reasureance that we'd spend the night in Jail. It turns out that a lack of professionalism really doesn't lend itself well to an effective power trip.
But the night went on and we found ourselves staying at the Excalibur Hotel Resort... in the parking lot. We were hoping we'd get the chance to invite some unsuspecting girls back to the hotel... and surprise them with a VW Bus. But no such luck... it turns out that broken english is more the way to go here. Or atleast a shower and some nice clothes.
We've decided to possibly change our plans on the course of the trip. For now we plan on entering Mexico within the next two weeks and trecking south to Panama to spend New Years on Costa Rica and then do the Utah portion of the trip afterwards. New Orleans and Habitat for humanity are therefore not out of the picture for February when the Dalhousie crew should be rolling in.
Anyways, my Library computer is seconds away from booting me off and loosing this post.
So I'll let you all know what the definite plans are for the next little while. So far Red Rocks is kick ass and,"somewhere near Barstow the drugs began to take hold".
Vegas is a Strip and a rather trippy one at that.
Thomas Sloss
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