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Would you rather visit 1960's Jamaica OR 1970's Las Vegas?
Jamaica in 1962
In 1962, Jamaica stood at a historic crossroads — newly independent from Britain and filled with optimism about its national identity. The island offered a captivating mix of natural beauty and cultural richness. Along the north coast, resort towns like Ocho Rios, Montego Bay, and Port Antonio were growing as international destinations, attracting travelers seeking turquoise waters, white-sand beaches, and tropical seclusion. The atmosphere was relaxed yet vibrant, blending British colonial remnants — like plantation houses and formal gardens — with a rising sense of Jamaican pride and creativity. Calypso and early ska music filled dance halls, setting the stage for the reggae revolution just a few years away. Life moved to the rhythm of the island: rum drinks, the scent of sugarcane, and the sounds of a people celebrating their new beginning.
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Las Vegas in 1971
By 1971, Las Vegas had become the dazzling epicenter of American entertainment — a city built on neon lights, constant motion, and the promise of fortune. The Las Vegas Strip was booming, lined with legendary casinos such as the Flamingo, Caesars Palace, the Stardust, and the Sands. The glamour of the Rat Pack era had begun to fade, replaced by louder, flashier productions featuring Elvis Presley’s residencies and elaborately costumed showgirls. Beneath the glitter, organized crime still played a role in casino ownership, giving the city a reputation for both excitement and danger. Vegas in the early 1970s was all about indulgence — flashing marquees, endless buffets, high-stakes gambling, and a growing sense that anything could happen under the glow of the desert lights. It was a time when the city embodied both the bold optimism and the excess of American culture.
Where are you taking Q's time machine?
Chance to see the Jamaican golden swallow (Tachycineta euchrysea) and Jamaican oriole (Icterus leucopteryx) before they disappeared.
Though I did play the same watergunballoonblowupgame as in DAF, those clown-faced targets are still there at Circus Circus.
I would gladly hit Vegas n 71. As an Elvis fan I would give anything to experience the King in Vegas. I might catch Shady Tree and his Acorns or maybe see if Sammy Davis is playing the tables. I guess you might say there is Plenty to do there. LOL!
That same night I caught Wayne Newton's show at Bugsy's Cabaret in the Flamingo. Also my second time for that. Recommended.
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Well, if I were single and there WAS Plenty to do, I'd definately be in.
That not beeing the Case, i'd be more than happy to see Jamaica.
My memories of Vegas are very specific and definately not good, so I don't feel the need to go there, even though I'd then go earlier than I have been before. Time travel is complicated.
Would you rather visit 1970's New York OR 1980's Vienna?
Will you choose New York? The New York of the 1970s was gritty, restless, and alive with contradiction. Times Square flashed with neon over crumbling facades, Harlem thrummed with soul and political energy, and the subways carried both danger and art in their graffiti-covered cars. Crime rates soared, but so did creativity — this was the birthplace of hip-hop, punk, and a fierce kind of urban resilience. It was a city teetering between decay and rebirth, pulsing with a raw, unpredictable vitality.
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Visit Vienna? Vienna in the 1980s was elegance meeting quiet intrigue. Behind its grand architecture and refined cultural life — the opera houses, the Ringstrasse cafés, the historic palaces — it remained a crossroads between East and West during the final years of the Cold War. Diplomats, artists, and dreamers mingled in a city that carried the weight of history with poise. It was romantic, cerebral, and slightly mysterious, where tradition brushed against the modern world.
So which city is your time machine set to visit?
Same here.
Not that I like Vienna that much. But the intrigue of the cold-war and Austria's 'neutral' status would make it interesting enough.
Neither would be my ideal choices, but I guess I'd go 1987 Vienna.
Having lived through the NYC of the early 1970s, my love for the city is unquestionable, but I do find the late 50s to mid 60s period more to my liking.
Plus, Vienna (c. 1987) gives me a chance to meet Kara.
:x
Another whirl in the Time Machine!
Would you rather visit 1960's Bahamas OR 1980's Paris?
Step out of the time machine and into a postcard. The Bahamas of the 1960s shimmered with turquoise waters, pastel hotels, and a sense of effortless glamour. It was the golden age of jet-set travel — when luxury liners and Pan Am flights brought the world’s elite to Nassau for sun, cocktails, and scandal by the sea. Beneath the charm, the islands were also redefining themselves, moving toward independence and a growing cultural identity. Calypso music drifted through open-air bars, rum punches clinked against the sound of the surf, and the horizon stretched endlessly, as if time itself slowed to match the rhythm of the tides.
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Fast-forward two decades to Paris in the 1980s — a city pulsing with reinvention. The old-world romance of Montmartre and the Left Bank still lingered, but now it mingled with the energy of modern art, fashion, and cinema. Designers like Gaultier and Mugler were transforming haute couture into spectacle, while French pop culture hummed with a mix of nostalgia and rebellion. Cafés buzzed with debate, neon lights flickered on the Champs-Élysées, and new architecture like the glass pyramid of the Louvre hinted at a Paris confidently stepping into the future. It was a decade of bold expression — where tradition met transformation under the glow of the Eiffel Tower.
Where are you taking Q's time machine?