ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN DEGREES, to be precise. Add a hot, dry desert wind and I’m guessing the temperature hit 110. And it was bloody horrible.

Still, Hoover Dam was as majestic as I remembered from my first visit in 1989. It’s an incredible feat of engineering up there with the pyramids, St Paul’s Cathedral and Cher’s face. We decided to take a tour of the dam, forked over our $60 and went inside.

The tour is excellent. You go down to the base of the dam (where it’s a lovely 65 degrees) and see the turbine room, maintenance tunnels and even […]

NOT the real one, obviously. That would be silly. These were taken from the half-size tower at the Paris hotel/casino which is 460 feet tall. Vertigo? I nearly crapped myself.

It’s now 4am and we’re supposed to be leaving for Hoover Dam at nine, so I’m off to bed. If I’ve learned on vital lesson today, it’s that fifteen hours really is too long to wear a pair of Doc […]

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