Aria

Checking out of the Venetian was painless, unlike the cab ride. 

Our African driver was using his phone to catch up on his Nigerian soaps subjecting us to the sound via the car sound system. Unable to compete and have a conversation, we just kept a eye on the lights for him to minimise what he missed. 

No help with the cases, on got out the car to get his money and of course took his tip. 

Only casually where Paul's sunglasses. Guessed to be on Juanita's eBay account before we checked in at the Aria.

Back home, in the desert.