Kids have run of the place again

Stepping out of the sliding doors of McCarran International Airport into a July mid-afternoon on the fringe of the desert is not the most settling of experiences.

Whatever about leaving the place, arriving in Las Vegas can feel more than a little jarring to the senses.

On Monday lunchtime, as the temperatures rapidly raced towards 38 degrees, the first bus that trundled past our taxi on Tropicana Ave only added to the onslaught.