A bird’s eye view of Las Vegas.
A bird’s eye view of Las Vegas.

Vegas is a blurry Circus

TRAVELLING around the USA on a Greyhound bus is the best way to meet the colourful people of the world.

I was Las Vegas-bound from Los Angeles and settling on a mode of transport, when a police officer warned me against Greyhound, saying only the riff-raff used the service.

But I ignored his warning and boarded my first Greyhound bus.

How bad could it be?

Sure, I stumbled across my fair share of crazies but I also met a few amazing people, who made the six-hour bus trip through the desert zoom past.

Greyhound buses are the cheapest way to get around, bar hitch-hiking and riding freight trains.

I met this guy on a bus in LA who told me all about his adventures riding freight trains and how you never knew your destination until you were there.

He said it was the "most mysterious holiday" you could take and spoke of how you could end up anywhere - and that was the excitement of it all.

I didn't try it while I was in the USA but who knows, maybe I will give it a shot next time.

Arriving in Las Vegas was a bit of a blur and to be truthful, most of my time there was.

The iconic sign greeted Kristy Muir on her solo backpacking trip of the USA.
The iconic sign greeted Kristy Muir on her solo backpacking trip of the USA.

I stayed at Circus Circus, not in the league of top hotels in Vegas, such as the Bellagio, Mirage, Venetian, Four Seasons or Caesar's Palace.

But it was cheap and clean and was the only hotel I stayed in during my time in the US, so I lapped up the space, quiet and not having to sleep with all my possessions tied to me.

The cost of the hotel per night was cheaper than staying in a hostel, due to the low occupancy rate in the city that never sleeps.

It was a fair walk from Circus Circus to the main part of the Vegas strip but it was always a colourful and eye-opening experience.

Vegas is glitz, glamour, crazy, full-on, touristy, fake and fun, all wrapped in together.

The age-old saying, really does apply: what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

And for a lot of people, keeping their lips sealed is what is best for all.

If you come to Vegas expecting something different from The Hangover or any other film that depicts the gambling capital of the world, you will be disappointed.

I, thankfully, expected this and I was not disappointed.

If you want to gamble all day and be brought drinks by half-naked, beautiful women - you can.

Or if drinking strawberry daiquiris for 24 hours floats your boat - that is possible, too.

This city in the desert, which has fountains galore, is a place where dreams can come true - if you have enough money. Unlike Los Angeles where you fall with a thud on to the pavement of unattainable or broken dreams.

My dream came true to see songstress Celine Dion in concert. It cost me $250 but it was worth every cent.

And as fate would have it, or having karma on my side, I was given $100, with no strings attached, by a Boston couple.

I met the Americans at the concert and got to talking to them about my adventure.

They gave me the money to put toward the cost of the ticket because they were impressed and inspired by my courage to backpack around the US alone for 45 days.

I was grateful for the kind and beautiful gesture from complete strangers and of course, the money was an added bonus.

While in Vegas my dream to see the Grand Canyon came true, when I took a helicopter ride over this natural wonder of the world. What happens in Vegas may stay in Vegas but if it can't land you in jail or cause your husband or wife to divorce you, there is no harm in sharing some of your Vegas tales.

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