Adios Los Angeles. At least for the weekend. Time for a Road Trip. Destination Las Vegas. Yeah baby!
Big breakfast (my pre marathon diet was already forgotten) and ready for a 5 hour trip to the city of sex, gambling and alcohol. Paradise, they call it.
It took quite a long to leave Los Angeles (told you, big city), but in the afternoon we were driving on some route in the middle of the desert.
That was terrific.
Driving in a big car, with your mates, from Los Angels to Las Vegas, surrounded by the desert is 
something I've ever dreamt of. Ok, in my dreams I was in the car with 4 girls instead of 4 boys, but you can't always win.
While we were driving, we met some nice girls driving in a big yellow car and we chat up them for few miles. 
Nice car. Nice girls.
We stopped for taking some nice pictures while pissing in the mighty emptiness of the desert, and to take "the" picture, already printed out in some nice big format and pinned on my wall.
And then, it was Las Vegas time.
24 hours of madness.
In the same way I couldn't describe the immenseness of Los Angeles or the boobs of the Hooters Girls, I cannot describe now the madness of this Place. Even after one month, my memories are still confused and the order of events I will now write down probably is not the real one.
Now, Las Vegas is like Disneyworld. With some little differences: instead of Mickey Mouse, you have a lot of Pussies, and instead of flyers to get some discount in the surrounding shops, you get flyers to get discount for the prostitutes from little Mexican people. 49$ for one, 79$ for two. Not bad.
You have hotels, like in Disneyworld, and attractions. The Casinos.
We drove through Las Vegas and didn't stop there right away. No. We had (obviously thanks to the Man with Connections Johnny) free tickets for the Nascar Event in the Las Vegas circuit.
Nascar racing is another US thing. It's like Formula 1 for the rest of the world, but the cars look like normal cars and, instead of running on some exciting track, they're running on a oval. And, exactly like Formula 1, is boring like hell.
Back from the Las Vegas Motor Racing Track, it was time to get crazy. We checked in the Venetian hotel, a replica of Venice, with the same vibe of the Italian city, San Marco, the gondolas, the singers and the shops included. Quite amazing. I've been at least four of five times in Venice, and I can tell it now: the real Venice is now on the bottom of my Venice list. Third Place. After the Venetian hotel and Venice Beach.
The room was quite big, and we were 5 staying in a room for two. But the sof
