
wedding chapels:
famous casinos:
a rollercoaster (which I went on):
lions:
my diary, in which I did a lot of writing:
slots (although I didn’t gamble):
tourists:
me:

and some pale guy with sharp teeth who seemed to be following me around:
Being the escapades of a Scottish escapee in the American outdoors.
The tourist man on the lounger actually appears to have covered himself in chip fat. Did they let more than one Scottish person in?
ReplyDeleteNice work on the self portrait there. And as for the tourist man, I am simultaneously repulsed and mesmerised...
ReplyDeleteSian - ha!
ReplyDeleteLaura - it's amazing what a zoom lens does for one's voyeuristic tendencies.