Considering just how many casinos there are on such a small island, I haven’t actually been in very many. Well the obvious reason is that most of the time I have Moo with me and there is of course a strict age limit of 18 for the casino floor, but It’s not just the gambling of course, but the vast array of shopping dining and entertainment options available in each venue. And just walking around gawking at the décor can be an experience in itself. Of the few I have been to I have had a mostly enjoyable time. The City of Dreams complex comprises the Hard rock Hotel, The Crown towers hotel and the Hyatt. It is open plan with high ceilings and lots of huge windows, lots of open areas and easy to navigate, even after a visit to the notorious flame bar. We have spent a fair amount of time in the COD as this is where hubs is based and it’s handy for lunch, we have been in the Hyatt for lunch once (thankfully someone else paid that time), and again the space and light are quite dramatic and the expansive fountains can be viewed from the lobby cafe whilst nibbling on your salad.
Then there is the Venetian.
This is the fourth Venice I have been to with Hubs. The first was in Vegas on our honeymoon, the second was in Japan, the third one was actually in Italy.
This one is a truly epic sized shopping mall, theatre and casino complex boasting 5 levels of high end shopping, spa’s, roving entertainers and, of course, canals fully furnished with operatic gondoliers The sprawling, maze like, interior of the main shopping/canal streets are almost identically facaded to look like the streets of Venice with the tiny ‘houses’ each having brightly coloured window boxes and shutters which glow in the evening light , the roofs are painted with faux sky which darken throughout the evening as the ‘street lights’ flicker into life.
Apparently there is a kids activity area in the Venetian so today after lunch we set off to find it. We strolled in the main entrance and headed up the escalators to ‘the canals’. I had a vague idea where it might be as I had seen a sign for it when we came here with hubs so I set off purposefully in what I believed to be the right general direction. We ambled about breathing in the highly oxygenated air and enjoyed very much a short extract from Carmen sung beautifully by a wandering pair of minstrels, Molly was once again photographed by random giggling passers-by who wanted to stroke her face, (more of that in another post…), and we waved to a few passengers being serenaded on their canal rides. We turned onto another ‘street’ and enjoyed very much a short extract from Madame Butterfly sung beautifully by a wandering pair of minstrels, Molly was once again photographed by random giggling passers-by who wanted to stroke her face, and we waved to a few passengers being serenaded on their canal rides. So we turned onto another ‘street’, with much the same result. This was getting silly, so I headed to one of the many interactive shopping maps to guide my way, only to find that the place wasn’t even listed, after an extensive search of the literature I found it was on Level 5 accessed by the South wing lifts, and made a note of the helpful little dots showing me the route. We set of again, this time more sure of our path. We turned yet another identical corner and this time enjoyed very much a short extract from Die Fledermaus sung beautifully by a wandering pair of minstrels, Molly was once again photographed by random giggling passers-by who wanted to stroke her face, and we waved to a few passengers being serenaded on their canal rides.
Another quick check on another map showed we had strayed even further form our intended destination in just about the opposite direction that I had though we were going in. Those of you who know me will know that a strong sense of direction is not a characteristic that would immediately spring to mind when asked to surmise my natural talents, but even by my standards, this was just silly. I was by now determined to find this place, and felt sure that I could manage it this time. I peered rather nervously around the next corner and was utterly delighted to find myself in the food court, not that I was particularly hungry, just that I was at last somewhere different and that the South wing lifts were within easy reach from here. Triumphantly we arrived at the lift lobby only to be confronted with a sign that stated in no uncertain terms that access was for hotel guests only When I queried this with ‘lift-security’ I was told in no uncertain terms that access was indeed for hotel guests only, and if I wished to access level 5. I should really be at the North wing.
Punching a casino security guard for absolutely no good reason or fault of her own is probably not a wise thing to do, so with the very little good-will I felt I had left in me at that moment I issued a polite thank-you and turned and walked smartly away in what I can only presume to be entirely the wrong direction.
After the hour and a half we had just spent navigating our way to the wrong destination the thought of attempting to traverse the canals once more made me feel a little nauseous, and after a quick consultation with Moo we decided that by far the best course of action would be to give up entirely and head back to the park at the apartments and maybe have a little bit of chocolate on the way. She’s a smart kid.
Now all I had to do was find the exit.