Originally Posted by flytoday
Can you imagine picking a random table to sit and enjoy a coffee and doughnut, and the balloonist to your left is a nuclear physicist who speaks Russian to Vlad and they discuss a "secret city"?
Carl I am convinced you preset the situation.
... I surfaced at right waypoint, dialed right frequency and told them what Sebastian taught me. Sin City Bravo clearance followed a second later.
Wohoo big tarmac bigger then Plattsburgh. Where are those road signs?
All markings at KLAS are for big guys. I hesitated a bit then turned in right direction. "Here we go" chuckled ground control. Then I saw a yellow car. I might get me one of them fancy airport driving gpses after I retire.
Parking at McCarran couldn't be better. Fits $40 facility fee and $60 overnight parking.
I booked a room at Motel 6 just across the road. This was the view from my window. Do you see that unpainted RV in the corner?
There was a networking event at Cosmopolitan I attended that night. After only two drinks I was on verge of collapse and asked "staff" to escort me out of premises. What kind of Russian are you? - everybody joked: - you can not survive couple drinks and good company? Little they knew I flew balloon in the morning dodged hundred stones afternoon and still arrived in style in my own plane.
Somehow I got inside my room looked out of the window and dropped dead for 10 hours.
Next day my RV was waiting to share next part of the adventure. She liked Vegas very much and wanted to come back.