Day #8 From Vegas to Visalia

My morning started early – I had to return the rental car and hop into the plane to Vegaaaaas, baby!

The same, cute steward named Christopher was on board again! I got a last good view of Lake Powell, then I had to say goodbye to Arizona & Utah! I‘ll be back as soon as possible!

First impression. Slot machines at Las Vegas McCarran Airport!

So I‘ve been to Sin City – but I‘m less than impressed. It probably looks better at night with all the lights blinking and ads flashing but at daytime, Vegas has an ugly, fake feeling to it – it’s like somebody had done plastic surgery to a city. I guess everyone is asleep in the hotel rooms from the previous nights’ escapades, so people never see the city in daylight.

Driving by Larry Flint’s „Hustler“ building and through the strip was fun though and I got to shop at REI, a really good outdoor store. I stocked up on camping stove fuel and freeze-dried foods that I‘ll need on the trail soon.

The strip. So many ads!

Another experience was Taco Bell – I was keen to taste this fast food and I liked it! Probably going back 😋🌮

Passing through Southern Nevada: a rocky desert, grey and brown mountains, more casinos – unlike Utah the route wasn‘t scenic – although Mojave desert is pretty cool with its’ weird cactus trees! It‘s a pity I can’t visit L.A. and the boulders at Joshua Tree National Park!

A 6 hour drive took me to Visalia, CA.

When the sun went down, the Californian air turned into a warm fog that sticks to your skin… it‘s an understatement to say that spending the night in a crouched position in the back of a VW beetle was uncomfortable. Can‘t wait to check into a hotel for some comfort tomorrow! I even forgot to take my daily epic (plush) animal photo!

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