Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Having slept for 12 hours I headed out after I'd had a $20 punt to try and win a Dodge Viper. Of course, I didn't win.
Thanksgiving doesn't change much in Vegas. All the casinos are still open. It's pretty much the same as Boxing Day back home. The sales in the shops start and it's quite a big sports day. I think we're giving thanks for just being American. It beats me, but I'll go with it. It's always on the 4th Thursday in November and is a public holiday, so a traditional long weekend for families to get together and stuff themselves with turkey. I had a tradional American breakfast of a Sausage and Egg McMuffin meal.
Vegas hasn't been as busy as I imagined it would be. I'm now off to the hostel, which is a little off the strip at 1322 Fremont Street, to chill out. I'm glad to be off the strip. It's truly an amazing place, but totally exhausting. On the walk up to the hostel I passed all the wedding chapels including a drive through one.
Fremont Street is downtown Vegas and where the initial casinos started. There is the Fremont Street Experience, but the hostel is a good 10-15 minute walk from that. As you get further away from the centre all the weirdos become more obvious. It's full of seedy little motels and not a particularly nice area of town. The hostel itself is nice. It's a big one set in a former seedy motel and has everything you need, including a cheap bar. It's full of youngsters looking to party. I prefer the smaller more homely hostels, but at $15 a night I mustn't grumble. It also the only hostel in Vegas. I'm not sure about 13 players on the foosball table.
