After a great night’s sleep and an over-priced breakfast at the Westin, we headed out and found the market at the Port of San Francisco. Surprisingly pretty and varied, it was a mix of indoor and outdoor stalls and it gave us much more of a ‘feel’ for San Francisco.
Afterwards, I had the bright idea of taking a San Francisco tram back to the hotel to save rushing. The old tram certainly saved us time, but the automatic ticket dispenser cost us some money – I didn’t know it didn’t give change, a lack of knowledge on my part that the driver found to be hilariously funny.
We collected our bags, took the BART and afterwards the flight to Las Vegas. Always somewhat larger than life, our hotel (the MGM Grand) is apparently the biggest in the world with over 5,000 rooms. Bewildered by the sheer size of the casino, we headed out for a walk down ‘the Strip’ – and even at 7pm at night, the heat was just astonishing!
We walked for as long as we could tolerate the heat (we just about made it far enough to see the Bellagio Hotel fountain show) before making our way to the restaurant I’d booked for dinner – Lawry’s Prime Rib. I’d been before, on a previous work trip, and I’d remembered the food for being great. Turned out to be a good shout – probably the best beef that either of us had ever eaten.
Given that I’d had some difficulties keeping Vicky awake during the meal, we admitted defeat after the main course and retired to bed.
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