We’re still in Las Vegas, but this one isn’t about casinos or shows — I head out to the outskirts of the Strip (Uber was about £29) to visit the Punk Rock Museum. From a British point of view, punk isn’t just a music genre; it’s attitude, politics, frustration, and that feeling of being told there’s no future and deciding to shout back. So yeah, the idea of putting punk in a museum sounds wrong on paper… but almost immediately this place feels different. It’s not polished or corporate — it’s handbuilt, rough around the edges, covered in scribbles and artwork, and it lets you make your own mind up. Walking through as Brits, I talk about the UK vs US punk scenes — British punk coming from economic frustration and broken cities, while US punk grew out of underground art scenes and clubs. What hit me most was how real the exhibits feel: battered guitars, handwritten lyrics, gear that’s actually lived a life. And the DIY mindset runs through everything — punk wasn’t about permission or perfect musicianship, it was about having something to say. I also get into one of the best bits: the guided tours led by actual punk musicians (not the usual museum vibe). And for me, it’s personal — long before YouTube and travel, I played bass in a punk band called Uncle Fester, so this visit landed as more than nostalgia. Is it worth it? Absolutely — especially if you’re British.