It’s my birthday so the Radisson Blu Yerevan made me a birthday cake that I didn’t have time to eat before my escape from Armenia.
Eventually to the SPG Grosvenor House hotel where they upgraded me to a 2 bed residence, because birthday.
Amazing views across the marina and all the way up the coast to the Burj Al Arab. Or it would be, if the windows weren’t filthy.
So I expressed my disappointment, because birthday, and they upgraded me again.
This time to their top level room, a Royal Suite, because birthday.
Still with OK views of the marina, and this time a Jacuzzi and a sauna. In the bathroom.
The next time you stay in a hotel that has a Jacuzzi and a sauna, remember that I stay in hotel _rooms_ that have a Jacuzzi and a sauna!
This is the door to the room. From the inside.
So, go out and explore Dubai again? Or enjoy canapes and champagne in the executive lounge, and a specially created cocktail presented to me by surprise, because birthday, before a sauna and then a martini in the jacuzzi? Easy choice, because birthday.
Post from RICOH THETA. #theta360uk – Spherical Image – RICOH THETA
Post from RICOH THETA. #theta360uk – Spherical Image – RICOH THETA
Post from RICOH THETA. #theta360uk – Spherical Image – RICOH THETA
Or, how about a bottle of wine and another birthday cake, compliments of the Grosvenor?
Seems my plan to make sure I was in a top hotel on my birthday in the hope of special treatment worked a charm. Would be a bit better if i hadnt just seen about 10 guys in Ferraris and Lamborghinis. In Dubai there’s always someone a thousand times richer than you just around the corner…
The hotel room is ridiculous. To put the level of poshness in context, the bathrobe is floor-length silk and has an inside pocket.
Walking from the end of the walk-in closet past the dressing room, toilet room, shower room, his and hers wash basins, Jacuzzi with TV, sauna, double chaise longues with a view of the ocean, king size bed, massive TV, study with exquisite desk, fully equipped kitchen, dining room with seating for 10, living room with marina views and another massive TV, to the entrance hall with its marble floor, takes 62 steps, without going in any of the smaller rooms. It’s all very high quality too. Marble, wood, soft carpets, automatic curtains, so many little details that show no expense was spared.
And if I need anything else, I can just call Jerome. Jerome is the butler. I’ve even got a fucking butler.