The Grand Canyon
I woke up in what seemed a gigantic mountain made of fluffy white pillows, I groaned and rubbed my eyes.
Long story cut short: Vegas has this effect on everyone.
But in the end I did wake up, thanks to hot chocolates and Starbucks.
I settled on wearing a white shirt and palazzo, cause Vegas doesn't need to get any hotter.
I sipped my hot chocolate as I stood impatiently in the queue for the tour to the Grand Canyon.Waiting was agonizing, the minutes seemed to crawl past.
Suddenly everything happened really fast like God took the remote and fast forwarded everything. We were in the bus when everything was back to normal. Apparently the driver had decided to take the scenic route, because we saw miles and miles of desert before we reached the Hualapai territory were the Grand Canyon was.
After three hours of being cooped up in the bus, all of us ran out enthusiastically and we came in front of desert colored building which seemed to blend in which the weathered cliffs.
This building leads to the skywalk one of the most scariest destinations for people who have Acrophobia(Well even the Canyon is not the ideal place for people with Acrophobia......)Well entering the skywalk at first can be a little dizzying even for people who aren't scared. The skywalk is made of glass and you can see fathoms deep into the craggy side of the treacherous cliff and for a moment you might feel as if you would fall deep into the heart of the canyons as if you were really suspended in nothing but crystal clear air.
Afterwards we went for a helicopter ride(Which I really really do not recommend to people with Acrophobia...)
We got into the helicopter without managing to be swept away in the strong winds its propellers generated.(That would have required a professional course in sheer stubbornness.)Our pilot was super crazy and took a selfie for luck(I guess crazy passengers get crazy pilots.)We flew overhead miles and miles of the Colorado river.The river was a churning brown mass which reminded me of the time when I was little, when I dreamed of rivers of chocolate milk.
The view was so different when we were thousand of miles up in the air.. When we landed we got a boat ride in the river.Despite how furious it had seemed from way up the river was slow and soothing and mild(and I was starting to think I had an overactive imagination.) The close up view of the river did nothing to clear away my suspicions of the river's eerie similarity to chocolate milk.
And once we got down we were ravenous(A day in the sun has this affect on people.)As we tore into the distinctly different but exotic hualapaian food, I felt privileged and excited about all the new things I had learnt.Reading wasn't everything, sometimes seeing was believing.........This was the thought I held onto when I fell asleep under the twinkling stars in the mound of fluffy pillows that was my bed.
Ps:I did not mean any insult to people with Acrophobia, until quite recently I was afraid of that too.
Long story cut short: Vegas has this effect on everyone.
But in the end I did wake up, thanks to hot chocolates and Starbucks.
I settled on wearing a white shirt and palazzo, cause Vegas doesn't need to get any hotter.
I sipped my hot chocolate as I stood impatiently in the queue for the tour to the Grand Canyon.Waiting was agonizing, the minutes seemed to crawl past.
Suddenly everything happened really fast like God took the remote and fast forwarded everything. We were in the bus when everything was back to normal. Apparently the driver had decided to take the scenic route, because we saw miles and miles of desert before we reached the Hualapai territory were the Grand Canyon was.
After three hours of being cooped up in the bus, all of us ran out enthusiastically and we came in front of desert colored building which seemed to blend in which the weathered cliffs.
This building leads to the skywalk one of the most scariest destinations for people who have Acrophobia(Well even the Canyon is not the ideal place for people with Acrophobia......)Well entering the skywalk at first can be a little dizzying even for people who aren't scared. The skywalk is made of glass and you can see fathoms deep into the craggy side of the treacherous cliff and for a moment you might feel as if you would fall deep into the heart of the canyons as if you were really suspended in nothing but crystal clear air.
Afterwards we went for a helicopter ride(Which I really really do not recommend to people with Acrophobia...)
We got into the helicopter without managing to be swept away in the strong winds its propellers generated.(That would have required a professional course in sheer stubbornness.)Our pilot was super crazy and took a selfie for luck(I guess crazy passengers get crazy pilots.)We flew overhead miles and miles of the Colorado river.The river was a churning brown mass which reminded me of the time when I was little, when I dreamed of rivers of chocolate milk.
The view was so different when we were thousand of miles up in the air.. When we landed we got a boat ride in the river.Despite how furious it had seemed from way up the river was slow and soothing and mild(and I was starting to think I had an overactive imagination.) The close up view of the river did nothing to clear away my suspicions of the river's eerie similarity to chocolate milk.
And once we got down we were ravenous(A day in the sun has this affect on people.)As we tore into the distinctly different but exotic hualapaian food, I felt privileged and excited about all the new things I had learnt.Reading wasn't everything, sometimes seeing was believing.........This was the thought I held onto when I fell asleep under the twinkling stars in the mound of fluffy pillows that was my bed.
Ps:I did not mean any insult to people with Acrophobia, until quite recently I was afraid of that too.
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