Chris Kent
Chris was at Trinity from 1962 to 1968, and she writes: -
Hello Blighty
The time has just flown by since we moved to
Las Vegas; I can hardly believe I have
been here for almost three years. Little did I know, when we passed through the
immigration desk in LA that the next eight weeks were going to be the most
hectic and anxious that I had probably ever experienced.
We emigrated in May 2001, and I had ten days in which to buy a house before
returning to England to finish serving my notice at work. Fortunately the
process of buying a house in Nevada was a breeze compared to the UK. Essentially
once you make a deal, the seller has 30 days to get out. No ifs, ands or buts.
I
spent the first three days running around looking at potential homes, chose one
and put in an offer - the
next seven days were spent organizing finance. No one
warned us that European credit references were worthless in the States, despite
the fact that they were from Experian and Equifax, which are the prominent Credit
Reference Agencies
here too. Inevitably, we were stung - a 7.7% mortgage rate versus the going rate
at the time of 6.1%.
Anyway, job done, I left Graham in Las Vegas and headed back to Northampton
for what can only be described as death by a thousand cuts! I had already left
my husband behind, next I had to kiss goodbye to my career, and then all the
furniture was shipped for its eight-week journey. Finally my four cats were
taken away for two days in travelling cages to prepare them for their long
flight from LHR to LAX. They looked at me with such confused little faces as if
wondering what on earth they had done to deserve to be put in jail!
So there I was finally - homeless, jobless and with my few remaining
possessions in two small cases and feeling really sorry for myself. The hardest
task was left, saying goodbye to all my wonderful friends and my family. I
heaved a huge sigh of relief when I got on the plane, using my final Air Miles
to travel in the comfort of British Airways Club Class.
I arrived at my new home at the end of June, the temperature was 105 degrees
and the AC went out at the house the first day I was there - welcome to America!
It was such fun though for the first few weeks - we had a bed, two canvas chairs
and a TV. To cook, I had a microwave, a barbeque and a frying pan, but boy was
it easy to keep the place clean.
Now it's almost
Spring 2004 and I'm sitting out on the patio in the sunshine
with that entire trauma behind me. Las Vegas living is so different, and not
just because of driving on the wrong side of the road.
The most obvious difference is the climate.
We seem to have just three months
of 'winter' - which means it is cold at night and you sometimes need to put the
heating on. Even so, there are very few days when the sun doesn't shine and the
sky isn't blue. This last winter the daytime temperature has been between 60-70
(oh yes, we use Fahrenheit, feet & inches, pints & gallons, pounds &
ounces: just like the old days!). The hummingbirds stayed around all winter
long, buzzing round the feeders we have hung around the garden.
Spring is my favourite time of the year, which means any time now.
The
blossom is just starting to come out and by early March our neighbourhood will
be a riot of colour. The desert springs to life in March, it looks (almost)
green and there are some really exotic looking flowers scattered around. The
desert tortoises start to wake up and amble around too.
Unless you love to bake your very bones, don't ever come here in July or
August. It's usually 100 degrees by 10 a.m. - one day last summer it hit 128,
the only other place that hot was Death Valley.
We are lucky to be just six miles from Red Rock Canyon, 25 miles from Lake
Mead and 45 minutes from Mount Charleston. These are our three recreational
retreats.
Red Rock Canyon is a conservation area that used to be way out in the desert.
Now the developers are building all the way up to its borders. It's still a
wonderful place to waste time. Rocks to climb, hiking trails, total peace and
quiet - I just love going out into the desert.
Lake Mead is where we spend most of our summer weekends.
There are literally
dozens of little coves where we can moor our boat and just chill. We usually
take an ice chest full of picnic food and plenty of cold beer! We have seen more
wildlife from out on the lake than anywhere else. At about 1a.m. the coyotes
start howling to each other across the canyons - it really is outrageous.
Mount Charleston is also a good venue in the summer because it is usually
about 10-20 degrees cooler up there and a totally different ecology. Unbelievably, people ski here 10 months of the year.
Real estate is expensive on
Mount Charleston, and many of the well -to -do have their second homes here.
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So what about the Las Vegas that you see on TV?
The only time we venture
there is when we have visitors. The centre of LV is essentially a holiday resort
and it has the third busiest airport in the US. You can usually see a line of
planes stretching back into the East, day and night, waiting to land. There are
two quite distinct parts of the city - 'Downtown' and 'the Strip'. Downtown is
where it all began, although nowadays (and despite a couple of face lifts) it is
the seedy end of town. All the new fancy hotels/casinos are on the Strip.
Here
you can see Paris, Venice, New York, Rome and Cairo. Tropical forests,
volcanoes, dolphins, white tigers, medieval jousts, pirate ships - this IS
Disneyland for adults. The size and scale of it all is simply staggering and it
is all really well done.
Each Strip casino has a theme and their own individual attractions but, make
no mistake about it, they are there to separate you from your hard - earned
cash. The big casinos each need to make around $3M a day to break even.
Their
day runs from 6a.m. to 6a.m. the next day. By 9 a.m. they are starting to turn a
profit. Each casino is like a little community; there's a bank (handling more
money than all the banks in Northampton put together) at least a dozen
restaurants, as many bars, armies of cleaners, florists, storekeepers, and
security people. Some casinos have their own bakery for all their breads and
pastries. Then there's the laundry and the trash to take care of - the logistics
must be a nightmare! Las Vegas really does have to be seen to be believed, as
those of you that have visited the place will testify. Love it or hate it, you
have to admit that there is nothing else like it.
The trick to surviving as a resident is to stay away from the gambling.
Everyone here can tell you a story about people who have lost everything, but
it's hard to escape the slots, you see them everywhere - bars, restaurants, even
in the supermarkets. That could be the reason why the population seems to be so
transient. For example, there are 12 houses on the cul-de-sac where we live -
within 15 months of moving here, eight had changed hands at least once.
On the whole our move to the USA has proved beneficial.
The cost of living is
lower so we have a better lifestyle and of course it's hard to beat this
climate. We live in a truly 24/7 society where anything is available, anytime.
There is always something going on, great entertainment often available for free
admission.
What do I miss?
Good bread, pork sausages, 'real' chocolate, Indian food, the
garden birds. Most of all I miss my friends and family of course - thank heaven
for the net!
Toodle pip
Chris
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