Black Jack in Las Vegas

I had breakfast in the garden. If two houses only have barbed wire between them, wouldn’t it be better to build them closer to each other, wall to wall? You’d lose a few windows, but

I had breakfast in the garden. If two houses only have barbed wire between them, wouldn’t it be better to build them closer to each other, wall to wall? You’d lose a few windows, but get a lot of extra square meters.

They don’t like cats here 🙁 Or DragonSonos.

Flush the toilet if need.

I love it.

I was planning to take the bus back from Pershing Square, the same that I took yesterday. But looking on maps.me, Greyhound was actually just a few blocks away, so I decided to walk. I found the Greyhound house, and walked around it. No Greyhound. I started walking towards what looked like a big bus station, but it wasn’t. I asked two policemen where Greyhound buses were, and they said “This street. To the end of it.” So I started walking, walking, walking. I walked past tons of tents. After a while, the tents felt all normal. Like being at the Roskilde rock festival. I saw the most cryptic weirdos, as well as people getting themselves ready for work. I saw a live rat, and a dead dog in a pile of trash. It took a very long time to walk, and I was afraid I’d miss the bus. I should have taken the city bus there. But then, in the end, I saw it. I looked at my watch, and I had 15 minutes left.

The ride was lovely! Lots of desert. And a food stop.

In Las Vegas, they tried to stop me at the nearest casino, thinking that I was a “bus passenger” who “wanted to use the toilet”. But I said “I’m just looking for some food and internet” and then it was OK!

According to the internet, it was a short walk to the hostel.

I passed plenty of churches where you could get married.

And here you could sell your stuff. Whatever it is, just sell it! Sell it all, play up the money, until you are nothing but the bones you walk in and a piece of flesh on top of it.

I’ve never seen so many broken people in my life. Drugs, gambling. All that is left is begging and hustling.

My hostel is called “Sin City Hostel”, and here is the entrance. It was a bit hard to find actually, no signs.

Inside the hostel, I found some great people. Here is “Skoal”, an American snus brand named after “SkĂ„l”, which is Swedish for cheers. It’s a bit similar to “baksnus”, but you put it under your under lip, for god knows what reason.

And here are the people! An American guy, a German guy, and a girl from Puerto Rico. We went out to do some Black Jack. I won 22.5 USD. One of them lost 40 I think, one 140, and one didn’t play at all. At our table, there was an old guy from some East Asian country. He lost 1700 USD in less than one hour. In the beginning, he played a bit carefully, but in the end he played harder and harder. He had promised to stop at 1000, but at 1000, he tried just a 100 more. When they were gone, just 300 more that he bet all at once. And then 300 more, that he bet at once, and he even left the table, despite having “20” as his cards, saying that “If you have 21 now, I leave”. “I’m so sorry” said the girl, showed her 21, and took his last 300. He kept on playing at another table.

If you’ve ever seen “Pawn Stars”, then here it is. Open 24h to pawn your gold and silver.

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