Staying in Cabins, Driving Route 66 and Arriving in Las Vegas | #siantreksamerica
Whilst some of the other Trekkers were off hiking at the Grand Canyon, I stirred around 5am and laid for an hour. Day Three of Trek had arrived, and I quickly noticed how unlikely establishing a regular sleeping pattern was going to be. Feeling sleepy has most definitely become the norm!
Washed, dressed and feeling too lazy to prepare my own breakfast, led me to the on-site chef's booth. I nabbed some French toast, scrambled eggs and American hash browns, and even though I couldn't eat it all, it was the perfect preparation for the long drive to Las Vegas.
Along the way we stopped at a painted Route 66 sign and Seligman again. Needing an energy boost, I grabbed a hot chocolate from Road Runner and practically inhaled its sweetness; something I have been repeatedly surprised by during my trip. I didn't do too much photo taking, as I was happy with the shots I got yesterday, but I still happily snapped away at a few things I missed before heading back to the van.
As everyone grabbed food for parking lot lunch round two, I started feeling a little woozy. Feeling a little teary, and as though a headache was coming on, I walked around Walmart to grab some fruit and some ibuprofen to take with it. Unfortunately, like many illnesses, mental illness doesn't go on holiday when I do.
Needing to take a time out for not feeling 100% always makes me feel incredibly ungrateful. Yet I can't recall a holiday where I haven't felt a bit pants for at least one day of it. Even though the expanse of stimulation is fantastic, the tiredness that comes along with it and from constantly being on the go, always seems to drain my brain of juice.
On a holiday like this, where it's not often you will get some time to yourself (besides when showering or using the loo...) it feels especially weird to duck out for a few hours of recuperation. Even though FOMO comes into play, as it did yesterday morning, I always weigh it up. Would I rather power down now and feel ten times better tomorrow, or continue to force myself through these feelings and feel worse for wear indefinitely?
Following check-in to the Golden Nugget, I stayed behind whilst the others explored the strip. I knew I had the entire day tomorrow to explore Las Vegas, and with only a few things on my too-see list, it didn't seem like a bad idea to just chill out for a bit. I had a bath, took my precious time getting ready for the party bus, and then made my way downstairs for a spot of solo dining; another first for me!
I've grown quite fond of visiting coffee shops alone, but I hadn't ever dined in a restaurant alone until tonight. I decided on the Claim Jumper after failing to find any alternatives for veggie options, and spotting an All American Grilled Cheese on their menu.
Rather than feel uncomfortable, I decided to turn the lingering self consciousness I felt into a guessing game. I started to wonder what other diners may think has happened to lead to me eating alone. The easiest conclusion I drew was that I may have been stood up... Which I found quite amusing. As time went on it became increasingly harder to be self conscious, when all tables were so engrossed in their own evenings. After this experience I'm glad to report that I would totally eat at a restaurant alone again. 10/10 - Would recommend.
By the time 9pm rolled around, I was more than ready to meet back up with the gang to cruise around Las Vegas on a party bus. Couple by couple we regrouped in the lobby, with everyone looking fab in their finery! Before this point, I'd never pictured myself on a party bus, and admittedly almost opted out earlier in the day, but I'm so glad I let go and joined in with the fun.
The bus stopped for us to take pictures at A Little White Wedding Chapel, and the Las Vegas sign. A photographer at the latter took dozens of pictures of us for tips; asking for us to pose in a variety of ways.
"Point at me! Look away! Angry beaver!"
I think I missed the memo on the last one... The last stop was the dancing Fountains of Bellagio, and then anyone who wanted to turn in was welcome to ride the party bus back to the hotel. I joined the few calling it a night, and did just that. And in the most comfiest double bed.
H E A V E N.