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We finally got to a town and I think everyone was in need of a break and something to eat, we hadn’t eaten since a very early breakfast and it was well into mid afternoon. We had passed in to Nevada by this point and stopped in some town which I have no idea what it was called, to get petrol and food. There was the usual palava that you can encounter when buying petrol in the US, the credit card pump won’t accept your visa card so you have to go armed with your passport to the cashier! The others had all gone into the garage by now, which also seemed to double up as a convenience store but I’d been waiting outside to start the petrol pump. I was fairly horrified when I finally made it into the garage, there was a whole row of slot machines with how can I put it ‘fat zombie looking yanks’ plying the things with cash. Opened mouthed I looked at Rob and he said ‘welcome to Nevada’! The difference between a garage here and a garage in California seemed enormous , gone were the happy smiling

counter staff and in was the more Manchester version of a petrol station, a grumpy looking fella who grunted at you rather than asking how you were! Although on the plus side we did get a perfectly acceptable (if a little on the small size) pizza! After hovering around the petrol pump and car to eat our culinary delights we all wearily claimed back into the car for the last leg of the journey to the cultural delight that is Las Vegas!

I have to be honest that neither myself or Rob had ever wanted to go to the neon heaven that is Las Vegas but we weren’t the only ones on this part of the trip! Thankfully we were closer to Las Vegas than I thought so the last bit of the journey didn’t seem so long, we even blasted out Viva Las Vegas as we approached this intellectual haven. The traffic mayhem was somewhat alarming after the monotonous straightness of the desert road we had just driven on for what