But taking cabs doesn't mean you're not going to have endless walks in order to see the many fascinating sights. In the marathon from the monorail station to Circus Circus, Thing 2 mused about her expectations for the most family friendly resort in town.
“I hope there are no creepy clowns and blood everywhere,” she said as we approached the time-worn big top.
“Me too,” I told her, suddenly scared.
No murderous clowns were found, but there were plenty of money-sucking games and rides operated by permanently employed carnies.
Whether on the Strip or through the many casinos, you're forced to walk in order to get to the family entertainment, and yet it never ceases to amaze me how oblivious tourists are to the other people around them. When masses of humanity converge, the ability to see one another miraculously disappears.