Sin City: Las Vegas, NV
Sin City:
First off, I stayed at my first hostel ever just north of the Strat. Lovely little hostel vibes. Didn’t know what to expect, but the room was specious, it had good air con, and lockers. There was even a really funky tattoo-Halloween vibe going on downstairs, but the problem was, it was north of the strat, AKA: “no man’s land.”
Everything about America is wrapped up in what Las Vegas is. There are insane amount of luxuries as long as you keep giving up your money. You can buy lavish dinners on top of the city, women will flock to you, music icons will sing to you, servers and servants will open every door and bring you cocktails, it will literally rain money…your money.
Juxtaposed to billion dollar casinos is an odd necessity, those who aren’t profiting from its great heights. Lurking the very same streets that seemed paved in gold are homeless, which might be the wrong word actually. People, or who once were, are essentially littered all over sidewalks all over town. They seem berserk and wild. Many are talking to themselves through drug induced paranoia. Others are quite literally acting out chaotic scenes only akin to wild animals.
The guy in the last couple of photos, I actually thought was dead. He looked beyond comatose with his tongue sticking out, deadpan. People walked by as if nothing was happening; a deceased guy in the entrance of a store. As I got closer, he reanimated back to life as if struck by lightning immediately yelling and screaming at the CVS as if they had stolen a child. It all seemed so normal.
It’s a surreal mashup of Mad Max meets Blade Runner. With actual trash blowing like tumbleweeds, the city can appear shiny and majestic, but other parts can look like hell on earth. It was the most bizarre feeling I’ve ever had being in a city. Is this even the same country?
Again, so American. In the middle of nowhere (a freaking dessert need I remind you) they sell grossly overpriced entertainment and fun that last as long as you can pay. All the sins of life can be bought here, basically legally. Although, if you are out of money, then you’re out the door. And that door might be as hot as hell itself. Viva Las Vegas.
All kinds of weird things to see.
Hey look, Paris.
Oh wait, it’s a mirage.
Number one advice: do not go past the Stratosphere up north. It’s basically Mad Maxx up there.
Pretty cool actually.
All kinds of movie references to see. Imagine Hunter S Thompson walking around? That would be wild.
This gang of wheel chair guys was a riot.
Normal
This is that dead guy…
Not so dead.
This guy looked extra dead, but life just keeps on moving. Nobody checks, nobody wonders. Such a bizzaro place to be, much less exist, much less promote. So strange. Guess you’ll have to find out for yourself.