Grand Canyon with the worst tour guide ever - Dirk. He kept forgetting where we were and his banter was shite. The actual place itself was pretty cool though. It went as far as the eye could see, and then some. Quite bizarre how it has formed over millions of years.
Having mustered enough courage to go on the Skywalk, Dan had a Balotelli moment whilst trying to put on his 'slippers'. We the preceded to have the worst picture of all time taken. There we were laying down on the glass, God knows how high up we were and we were told to do a Superman pose and fold your arms like you're a motherfucking gangsta. I don't quite think either of us had the heart or balls to say 'No mate.' just incase they chucked us over.
My head was burnt, ah the joys of balding. I looked like a mix between the evil guy out of Insidious and Simon Weston from the Falkland's War.
Won at New York New York and quickly cashed out. Overall Rob $950. Dan $1000....awesome victory. Its pretty much guaranteed that we'll lose it in Billy Hills on Kabaddi.
We went to the Stratosphere and told to do the same gay folded arms picture and a nice 'loving' one which proved to be tremendously homosexual. We nearly flew off the side as it was so windy. Well Dan did, I however, well i stayed firmly on the ground. No hurricane in the world could move this immovable object...but the chance of a free burger...well that's something different.