I'm staying in an absolutely incredible hotel at the southern end of the strip here in Vegas.
The Luxor is a giant black glass pyramid and beams a shaft of light from it's tip that is apparently visible from outer space.
But it's the sheer scale of the place that takes your breath away.
There is, of course, a giant casino, but also about six different bars and restaurants - it takes me 10 minutes to get down for breakfast each morning.
And that by the way is not your choice of full English or continental, it's everything under the sun you could possibly imagine eating at the start of thr day. If you wanted a rib-eye steak they'd do it for you.
* Strangely in such a notoriously health conscious country, smoking is not banned indoors here in Nevada.
It's a shock to the system to see the guy next to you in a bar light up, with puffing under cover having been banned in the UK for some time.
I've got used to seeing people having to go outdoors to shorten their life expectancy back home and so when I first saw it here I was appalled. Like everything else though, you get used to it.
* Now I'm not fattist in any way, but the accusation that Americans are the worst offenders for obesity rings true in Vegas.
I have never seen so many, shall we say cuddly, specimens in one place in my life.
It's hardly surprising though. You can't so much as order a ham sandwich here without it arriving at your table looking like the side of a house.
The only way to get a meal approaching the size you would normally eat for tea at home is to ask for the children's menu and opt for an appetizer - and of course, real men don't do that.
I've been sitting next to plant pots in quiet corners....
* The price of clothes here in the States puts the UK to shame. Over the road from my hotel is an addidas shop.
As well as a giant poster of David Beckham in the window and a shed-full of LA Galaxy replica gear, there are trainers which would set you back at least £60 in Cardiff shops.
The price here? $65, about £32. It makes you want to weep.
* Joe Calzaghe says he has been going on seven mile runs over here in Vegas. All I can say is that he must be getting up very early in the morning.
You cannot underestimate the scorching heat here, even in spring time. On Monday this week the temperature was 84 degrees at one stage, and it's a dry, burning, dessert sort of heat.
I had to apply copious amounts of my Factor 40 just to walk 100 metres down the road and still I swear there was a bit of pinkishness about me when I returned to my room.
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