Whit Monday in Hanover – the wait is over, our journey begins. The destination is Las Vegas, because only there I was able to rent the mini camper.
Boarding for the plane to London is proceeding rapidly; after ten minutes everyone is on board. Unfortunately we cannot start earlier. The flight to the island is shorter for me than the last, despite the mandatory circles before landing at Heathrow. We have to change the terminal: long walk, kamikaze bus tour and another security check. This is where I realize how much you can be anchored in routines. As usual, we put on our hiking boots on the flight, which wasn’t really necessary with two suitcases with a light pack (we left reserves for junior stuff).
We don’t have to kill a lot of time before we can board the jumbo to Phoenix. That’s why we stand around the gate forever; Start almost an hour late, landing on time anyway – waiting is apparently taken into account when specifying the flight time.
Chicken or pasta, red wine, a film with a Hawaiian feel to it “Moana”, solitaire on the tablet (no ban on the same, despite a lot of hype beforehand) unfortunately no flight route show. But time is running out. A good view from the window is only available from northern Canada.
Immigration is fixed this year (although the machines do not work again). We’ll soon see why: only the fingers of the right hand are scanned and no new photo is taken. The officer grins: “Ey, back again?” Pick up luggage, go through customs and someone asks “Connecting flight?” and takes the suitcases from us again. Very friendly staff here at Phoenix Airport. A lady directs us to the next departure gate, which changes again due to a delay.
A short hop over to Las Vegas with American. When checking in online, I couldn’t get seats next to each other, but the plane is not fully booked. After the start, my neighbors move into the exit row and my husband comes to me. Otherwise, I think it’s freezing cold on the plane.
For the first night I booked a hotel relatively close to the camper rental company. There would have been quite a bit of taxi costs, so booking an economy car for one day was worth it. With the tried and tested Alamo skip-the-counter, we secure a Nissan Versan and drive to Henderson Sunset Station Hotel & Casino.
It stands out from the area, otherwise there is little going on there at midnight. We move into our room (good middle class) and then have a nightcap in the Gaudi bar. It has nothing to do with Bavarian cheerfulness, but more with the Spanish architect. In general, the building has a Spanish-Mexican touch.
At about 1 o’clock in the morning we fall into bed dead tired, hoping to have cheated the jet-lag.
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