Got up at midday and decided to try and find internet / laundry. Headed off for it in the dry heat of the desert, all 42 degrees of it. The area we were staying in was very shitty. The main street we were staying on was full of homeless, drunks and homeless drunks, all begging for a dollar or a smoke. During the day the town is dead, and by the time we had walked accross town to the library and back to our hostel it was time to go out again.
A lovely chap at the laundry had kindly offered to give us a lift back. Luckily I had Rees there with his street smarts and primary school 'stranger danger' teachings (the campaing never made it out to Bass Valley), otherwise the blog might have ended here.
Tried our luck at Lady Lucks again, didn't last long there so we decided to head for the strip. Saturday night and the town was packed, took us about an hour on the bus to get to the strip. Once we were there, there were people every where. Some crazy pissed Mexican, Julio Lopez, got on the bus and started hanging shit on black people on the bus, his only saving grace was too many witnesses if he were to be beat up. Had a look around all the big casino's, but with so many people around it was impossible to get a drink. Spent the night trying to jump in front of cocktail waitresses, but they would take a couple of orders before us and head off. Ended up catching the bus home, which took for ever, with the night turning out quite uneventful.