365 Red; Doesn't matter how sick you are, the slots await.

I am fascinated by the people who come to Vegas. For someone who, like me, is nosy and curious, and usually armed with some sort of camera, the place is a cornucopia of opportunity. So weird.

On this particular trip, I booked in to a hotel south of the strip. It's a big place but it's away from the chaos that is the tourist-laden centre-strip streets.

It has its own loyal, committed following though. These are not tourists. These are locals, who don't necessarily want to mix with the weekend warriors who frequent the strip hotels.

And these are the dedicated slot-players. In this woman's case, no matter she was feeling crap, was probably infectious, and really ought to have been in bed, she bundled up, fashion be damned, armed herself with tissues and voila; no problem, multi-tasking. I hope she won something for her trouble. I hope the cleaning staff disinfected that machine.