There were two especially painful mornings in Vegas; one after our night at XS nightclub and the other where we had to get up with the sun to catch our flight to see the Grand Canyon.
We were picked up from our hotel and taken to the airport to board our 18-seater jet. On board we donned our headphones and listened to the guided sightseeing tour.We flew over Hoover Dam and Lake Mead.The flight was just over an hour and took us to a whole different state where they say things like ‘ya-hoo’. Our tour guide did at least although I suspect it was for the benefit of us tourists.
There were signs all over the place warning us not to feed the squirrels as they can get vicious. This guy was either brave or stupid.
I stood well away and instead slid down a little crevasse to get to this vantage point. I edged ever closer to the edge with very wobbly legs. I screamed at my sister to hurry up and take the picture which echoed through the canyon. So did her reply.
I was expecting a life changing experience judging by what other people had said about their trips to the Canyon. It was…. alright. It was definitely big but so is everything in America. Glad I ticked it off my list but nothing to write home about.