Las Vegas – Primm – 70km
After four nights we were all ‘Vegas-ed out’ (and fortunately without
getting hitched), it felt good to return to the familiar biking routine of
riding, camping and moving on. So, instead of heading north, Ernest
and I headed west in the direction of San Francisco, trying to stay in
the USA’s warmer part.
Despite the weather forecast of high winds, it became a lovely sunny
day. The wind, nevertheless, abruptly picked up, and I called it a day
by the time we crawled into Primm (and upon noticing a steep climb
ahead). The tiny settlement of Primm came as a surprise as it
consisted solely of three casinos and two petrol stations. A bigger
surprise was that accommodation was relatively inexpensive. A
massive room offering two double beds and an equally enormous
bathroom came at a bargain price. I guess they counted on guests
spending their hard-earned dollars in their casino. All this luxury was
taken full advantage of, including a long and luxurious bath.
It seemed another winter storm had rolled in as we woke to a howling
gale and decided to, again, overnight in Primm. There wasn’t much to
do as we don’t gamble, although I thought the room was equal to
winning the jackpot. The casino further displayed the remarkable
story of Bonny and Clyde, including their blood-splattered, bullet-
ridden car. Gosh, what a life those two had!