It wasn’t the pristine limo that was waiting for me at the airport, or the already opened door beckoning me in.  Nor was it the effortless way my bags disappeared from my grasp, or the cool water and towels that were instantly offered.  It wasn’t the sound of my name in greeting when I arrived,  the welcoming smile, the magnificent le Royal Meridien Beach Resort and Spa lobby, or the speed in which I suddenly found myself in my beautifully appointed Tower room seventeen storeys further up. It wasn’t any one of those things. It was all of them.

The view from the 44^th floor of the Grosvenor House Dubai was pretty special. To the right was the famous Palm, to the left was the marina, and straight ahead was the Arabian Gulf, miles of it. On the other hand, the cocktail and the piece of sushi that was in front of me didn’t look to shabby either. It’s early evening and happy hour in the hotel’s club lounge, and I’m therefore a very happy person indeed.