Walking in to the bright sunlight out of the airport and the heat hits like a hairdryer in the face, welcome to Las Vegas. A short trip from the airport takes us through the undeveloped parts of the city, nothing over two stories high and all fairly beige and bleak, the grids of the roads all straight and six lanes wide, sucking you in to the madness of the strip.
The contrast between the strip and the rest of the city could not be more stark. Glass, steel, concrete, neon and noise are everywhere along the road, along with fountains, fire from plastic volcanoes and people wandering around, gawping at the sky-high buildings and their fantastic exhuberence.
Planet Hollywood (our hotel) looks relatively sober by comparison, but once inside it's all girls and glamour, sleek, modern and pretty cool. We check in, check out the casino floor and then head out to the Rio to see if we can pick up all the player registrations for event 51, the $1500 NLH on Friday.
There's no real buzz at the Rio yet, I guess we're too early in the WSOP schedule and probably a bit early in the day - there's an event being played, but it's only just started so people are concentrating on the game!We don't have much luck picking up the tickets but do manage to speak to someone who can sort it out for us. Back tomorrow to try again, in the meantime we head down the strip to take in some of the ridiclous sights...
