On yet another Thai holiday whose significance escaped me, I met a friend in Dubai for a long weekend. Why Dubai? Well practically speaking, because it is the halfway point between BKK and Europe where my friend lives. But in reality, she and both were privy to rumors that shopping, spas and beaches in Dubai were over the top luxurious and we had to see for ourselves! I mean, this after is the home of the world's only 7 star resort (sadly....no we did not stay there.)
It all started with a conspicuously luxurious airport transfer in the form of a Bentley....I swear we did not request such fancy accoutrements, but this apparently is standard issue for the hotel we stayed in. Turns out a Bentley, while nice, reminded me a whole lot of a Lexus on the inside. Good! Crisis averted....now I won't always wonder if I am missing out on the finer things. Either that or I am too simple and coarse to appreciate the subtle nuances of six figure automobiles.
The rest on the other hand I could get used to..... We stayed in a villa on the Jumeirah Al Qsar resort....a posh 5 star resort, where each room has a private butler. This wonderful man brought us a lovely breakfast to our terrace every morning.
The days were spent lounging on the beach where our sun beds were lavishly made with pillows and frozen fruit was served in perfectly spaced intervals by discreet attendants.
Plenty of leisurely time was spent in the ridiculously warm, 90 degree water. (well, it was 105 - 110 outside)
And then evenings were spent having wonderful, leisurely dinners of middle eastern food and partaking of the hookah.
Not bad for 5 days in the middle of a desert....
