Ailsa’s travel theme this week is Light. Click here to see more entries.
I grew up in Blackpool, the home of the famous Illuminations, or as we call them locally the lights. From late August every year, after all the other British seaside resorts have shut up shop for the season, the coastline of Blackpool is lit up with one of the most amazing light displays in the world. The extended season lasts until early November, when the Christmas lights take over (these are purely for the locals, and to be honest are just a reduced version of the Illuminations with a few santa hats and candy canes added). After leaving Blackpool, light displays in other towns just didn’t match up for me. The first year I moved to Wales, I was living in Newport and a friend asked if I was going to see the turning on of the Christmas lights in the town centre. I politely pointed out that I’m from Blackpool and therefore probably wouldn’t be that impressed by a few bulbs on a string.
I never thought anywhere would live up to the lights in my home town, until I heard about Las Vegas. Surely there couldn’t be a place on this Earth that was cheesier, tackier and even more lit up than Blackpool? Oh yes there could!
And so I share with you my photos of the lights of Vegas, the only place in the world where I have felt like (and wanted to be) a tourist.