The heat was really bad in Las Vegas. It got up to 40c. It was so hard to walk outside without wanting to collapse in a big old heat puddle! In Vegas I will duck in one door of a casino and out the far door to avoid having to walk outside, but I still have to walk outside for a few minutes at a time, just to get along The Strip or cross a road.
And the wind is boiling hot. It got me way more hot than the actual air temperature. Wellington is known as Windy Wellington but the wind in Wgton is chilling; coat-wearing, scarf-snuggling, hat-enveloping chilling.
Now, let me tell you, my four readers, about the outdoor escalators in Vegas? - by the time the afternoon comes around, any escalator hand-bar has become too hot to the touch. I talked to a woman who got a burn on her leg when she accidentally banged against the escalator step in front of her.
The ground was so hot, I burnt the bottom of my shoes -
above: The Strip, Las Vegs
Flamingo Hotel Pool. I stayed at this hotel. I am always intrigued how nobody actually swim nowadays. They stand in the water and talk. It's the same at beaches in Wellington.
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