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Day 14 (04-Oct-13) Las Vegas - Los Angeles (278 miles)
And so we bid Adieu -
to Simon, his legion of followers… and of course Bob! Having dropped Simon off
at the MGM Grand to ‘lick his wounds’, Astrid and I headed off for the final
leg to Los Angeles. This was an uneventful, and, for the first time this trip,
a rather dull drive, with no interesting scenery or other distractions worthy
of note. It was thus all we could do to simply stay awake! Once we eventually arrived
at our motel close to LAX airport, we elected to quickly unpack and drive to Santa
Monica, for a walk along its famous pier and a light dinner. The pier is of
course the starting point for the equally famous drive along Route 66, which
ends at the Great Lakes near Chicago.
The following day, we frequented a number of
iconic sites in and around Los Angeles, including Venice beach, the Hollywood Sign,
the Hollywood Bowl, the Walk of Fame along Hollywood Blvd, Sunset Strip on
Sunset Blvd, Beverly Hills and of course Rodeo Drive. After soaking up the traffic jams, polluted air, crowded streets, and innumerable street touters, we gladly retreated to the airport for a final few hours together in the piece and quiet of the Qantas lounge. Reflecting on the day's activities, and those in Las Vegas, they were a far cry from life exploring the various national parks at the start of our holiday - with the latter being far more enjoyable.
And so finally at 21:30hrs, I bade Astrid farewell and headed for my flight to Denver, eventually arriving in Laramie at 04:00hrs, in deep snow, and with the rental car buffeted by 50+ mph gusts along the final section from Cheyenne on I-80. Astrid departed on flight to Brisbane three hours later, whch was a far more comfortable affair. She arrived back home Monday morning (after loosing a day cross the international dateline), in stiffling Summer heat. After dropping off the luggage, Astrid jumped in the car to collect the cats, with Floyd sporting a new thin coat, having been shaved the day before. The look of indignation on his face left no misunderstanding as to his views on this matter. Shamrock, our little Princess, expressed her dissatisfaction at being locked up with her brother for two weeks by screaming loudly all the way home.
And so we bid Adieu -
to Simon, his legion of followers… and of course Bob! Having dropped Simon off
at the MGM Grand to ‘lick his wounds’, Astrid and I headed off for the final
leg to Los Angeles. This was an uneventful, and, for the first time this trip,
a rather dull drive, with no interesting scenery or other distractions worthy
of note. It was thus all we could do to simply stay awake! Once we eventually arrived
at our motel close to LAX airport, we elected to quickly unpack and drive to Santa
Monica, for a walk along its famous pier and a light dinner. The pier is of
course the starting point for the equally famous drive along Route 66, which
ends at the Great Lakes near Chicago. 
The following day, we frequented a number of
iconic sites in and around Los Angeles, including Venice beach, the Hollywood Sign,
the Hollywood Bowl, the Walk of Fame along Hollywood Blvd, Sunset Strip on
Sunset Blvd, Beverly Hills and of course Rodeo Drive. After soaking up the traffic jams, polluted air, crowded streets, and innumerable street touters, we gladly retreated to the airport for a final few hours together in the piece and quiet of the Qantas lounge. Reflecting on the day's activities, and those in Las Vegas, they were a far cry from life exploring the various national parks at the start of our holiday - with the latter being far more enjoyable. 
And so finally at 21:30hrs, I bade Astrid farewell and headed for my flight to Denver, eventually arriving in Laramie at 04:00hrs, in deep snow, and with the rental car buffeted by 50+ mph gusts along the final section from Cheyenne on I-80. Astrid departed on flight to Brisbane three hours later, whch was a far more comfortable affair. She arrived back home Monday morning (after loosing a day cross the international dateline), in stiffling Summer heat. After dropping off the luggage, Astrid jumped in the car to collect the cats, with Floyd sporting a new thin coat, having been shaved the day before. The look of indignation on his face left no misunderstanding as to his views on this matter. Shamrock, our little Princess, expressed her dissatisfaction at being locked up with her brother for two weeks by screaming loudly all the way home.
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