DAY 129 – RIDE’M COWBOY
I heard that they only have a handful of days of rain a year here. Today was one of them. We tried to take a look at the Grand Canyon and couldn’t see more than 50 meters in front of you. Thus we saw nothing. Probably my best Grand Canyon photograph was taken in the IMAX theatre.
Drove back to Vegas a little disappointed.
Going out for the evening we found a hum-dinger of a hootenanny western bar called Gilly’s. A mixture of beer and macho Kiwi pride meant that we all took a turn riding the mechanical bull. We all fared rather badly (as expected) except the Runt who did really well and managed to stay on until the controller gave up on trying to throw him off. To hear him tell the story you’d think he was off to join the rodeo. I’m not saying he asked the guy to go easy on him (like I did) but I do think it was a bit suspicious that he was given a balloon animal and a lollypop when he got off.
