i am not quite shure if i like it or not, i must see it in real life first

the next morning!


the room looked like hell and was was a LITTLE tired
the wiew from our room in the 11th floor at daytime


my bro seemed happy, the beard still growing strong


i went to the all you can eat buffet and ate like a crazy to get my moneys worth in food, we stralled around a little more and went to the other side of the strip to see this:




a lot of these


some go-go´s


some really pretty russian artists in catsuits performing up high in the air to some funky live music


there was a bar outside and the bartender poured us a really mean vodka-margarita that almost knocked my bro out of his socks...
we had a blast when a new show began 30 min later again




the police working hard on PR


we had a grat time in vegas and my bro wanted to stay longer but we didnt had too much time left so we got back on the road again










los angeles


we drove drectly to santa monica beach because my bro, like always, wanted to go swimming


we liked the beach, not so crowded, mainly because the water was icecold and the wind was chilly, so no swimming




we ate our first hot dog in america there and it was poor, nothing good.
we went back downtown to find a hotel and drove by :


the hollywood sign is much smaller tha my bro thought it would be


jim hensons film studios


more to come