From Las Vegas to Kanab

It was hot when we arrived at McCarran Intl. airport, at Las Vegas. The terminal has this luxurious look, blasting with vibrant souls that laugh and talk and rush to their respective destinations, to what I am guessing, is an attempt to not waste any time and head straight to gambling endeavours... even back at Minneapolis, where we boarded, one could sense the excitement in the anxious passengers, to get to Vegas. This was a far picture from the tired and gloomy sight of the passengers of the transatlantic flight we just disembarked from, however, I much rather prefer a cabin full of genuine emotions, than a cabin filled with shallow minded individuals, moved by the prospective of a slot machine.

From the Terminal one must pass through slot machines, an unusual sight for a place where tired passengers walk up and down,, looking for their destination, however, we noticed a few of them entertaining themselves at these machines. Nothing in that place is located by chance, everything has a purpose and the only purpose is to get hold of your cash.
The Strip, as apparently it is called, is only a few blocks away from the airport, as it is most hotels and motels. We were greeted by a beggar as soon as we found our hotel room, a bit of an intimidating image for snobs like us, still, we made it in one piece at the end of our stay in sin city, and without gambling a penny!
Most of the many souls that walk up and down the strip are young drunkers, attracted like flies to the neon lights. The place is chaotic and the definition of hell for a soul like mine. Still, among the confusion and tiredness, the water show that the Bellagio granted us with, made the night worth it, for they know how to reach human emotion with the appropriate mixture of music and rhythmic water flow, I must admit it was quite impressive, as prefabricated as the whole show is, just like the rest of The Strip.
Then there is the prostitution marketing team, a few of them in every single corner, at the turn of every street, waiting for you as soon as you crossed to the other side... their green shirts annoucing little darlings or similar, or the billboard traveling up and down the boulevard, with three pieces of meat semi naked and a 1 800 number, delivered right to your room!, oh my god, is that just not a bit humilliating for a whole gender? for more than 50% of the population? I must admit I do not care much about people, but this made me wonder if the rest of the women feels the same way over there?
Anyway, The Strip is the ultimate place to find more of what one can find on a daily basis, at just about every location, stupidity.