Along the way, I’m flying on some of the world’s best airlines and sharing my thoughts on the ground and in the air. The cash cost for the airfare alone would have been well more than $17,000. Using miles and points, however, I knocked the cost down to around $500. Learn how to travel like I do with PointsAway: The Definitive Guide To Free Flights & Nights.
When I think of Vegas, the word that comes to mind is legend. This is the town built by cowboys, then by the mob, then by Sinatra (and, well, still the mob). This is the town that was transformed by men like Jay Sarno and Steve Wynn, who brought forth a series of impossible flights of fancy built side to side for miles down a single street.
Vegas is a town where nothing lasts forever, but everything does.
It’s a town where nothing lasts forever, but everything does, where stories grow more quickly in time than the towers on the Strip. It’s the town of Frankie, Dino and Sammy; the town of Danny Ocean and his crew; a town of big bets and of the best and most memorable triumphs and defeats. It’s a town where the impossible doesn’t seem simply possible, but downright likely.
The corny adage is that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. This is true and false. Memories made there get inextricably tied to the place, but you absolutely take them with you.
Vegas isn’t a place. It’s an idea, and perhaps for some, an ideal.
It was with this thought in mind that I boarded a ferry from Hong Kong, heading westward to Macau.