What happens in Vegas..


Hitting Vegas in the dark as we enjoyed sipping tea in Santa Clarita for too long was possibly a blessing as the roads were deserted as we crept into the rv site.

A shuttle bus ran us in to the strip which avoided the nightmare of taking the van which meant we could relax and have fun. For those who have not been this place is a barmy as it is made out to be and the noise and bustle is breathtaking.

We walked literally for miles just wondering in and out of the seemingly endless casinos and shopping malls all overing tempting means of parting you with your cash on frivolous things. I admit to succumbing to the cupcake ATM which delivered me the most delicious chocolate cake & we took the heady decision to gamble 10$ and came out with 11$.  I  promptly bet the 1$ and lost and at that point we decided to quit while we were still even!

I confess to having a bit of a thing about viewing cities from a height and Vegas was no different so up we went into the sky in a glass pod that gave us a fantastic panorama of the place. It helped us gain our bearings as we had a date with Magic Mike at the Hard Rock Casino and wanted to be able to find our way there. Not entirely sure whether it makes me a good or bad mother but having one of the performers come over and perform a sort of lap dance to us both probably ranks as one of the strangest mother and daughter experiences we have had. Not one I would ever could imagine occurring with my own mother!! Reeling with giggles we left not sure if it was the cocktails or the dancing – possibly a mixture of both but with the sense that probably best that the details stayed in Vegas!!

A sort of LA LA land of our own


With a weekend in LA we made the most of it by going on a bus tour to see some of the key sights and then caught up with my daughters charming friend who being a native was able to take us to places that probably were not on the normal tourist route. I discovered Malbec and a whiz up in the air to watch the sun go down from the tallest structure.

We walked for miles along the promenade from Muscle Beach to the pier and shopping precinct of Santa Monica. Stuffing ourselves with an In & Out Burger after poking around the canals of Venice before heading to the heart of the city for a quick trip on the shortest commercial railway followed by wine in an intimate hidden watering hole.

We joined our host the following day for afternoon tea where there were over 80 different teas to pick from in a cute tea shop before heading across to Las Vegas.

Hi Ho Hi Ho its on the road I go…


Careful what you whinge about on Facebook as a missed opportunity to go to Glastonbury led me to bemoan the fact to my followers who promptly came up with some alternatives.

The first was an invitation to the USA to attend the Sasquatch Festival from my lovely niece and partner the second a challenge from a colleague to see if we could get tickets for Burning Man.

As I leapt at the chance to nip across the pond my daughter returned from overseas and smelling the opportunity to visit her cousin on foreign shores gallantly ‘volunteered’ to come with me. This substantially altered the logistics from me on a solo flight and hitching a lift in the nieces camper van to a full blown road trip.

To incorporate the visiting of various iconic places and reunion with old friends of my daughter the route began to lengthen to the point where it became necessary to hire a camper of our own. Given my daughter normally drives a small Daewoo the choice of vehicle was limited to a Ford Maverick as I was clear that I was not going to be the chauffeur for 3000 miles.

So thanks to Escape Camper Vans for the hire of Mosaic or Mo for short as I began the first of two epic trips this year.

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