By KAHLA PRESTON
I don’t know about you, but five-star meals in the desert and intimate performances by Gloria Gaynor rarely feature in my travel itineraries.
An occasional restaurant meal and the odd night in a private hostel room (rather than the usual 12-bunk arrangement) is about as luxurious as it gets when I’m abroad. Bonus points if it’s a hotel.
So when I travelled to Dubai as part of the Qantas-Emirates partnership launch last month, I suddenly found myself in a world of fluffy hotel robes, fine dining and flowing champagne. Along with a small VIP contingent of Qantas staff, fellow media personnel and ‘friends of Qantas’ (i.e. famous people), I was spoiled rotten from the moment I arrived in Dubai.
Actually, I lie – even the trip to Dubai was a luxury.
As a rather tall person with limited flexibility, jet-setting, while exciting, is not a physically comfortable experience. However, being seated in premium economy – and then being upgraded to business class (!!) on the return flight – was an “aha!” moment. Who knew it was possible to sleep on a flight and not wake up with a debilitating case of pins and needles or a leg cramp? Revolutionary.
My two days in Dubai passed in an exciting flurry of press conferences, fascinating tours, mingling (a local souk merchant was convinced Hugh Sheridan and I looked so alike we were siblings. In fact, we could not look less related), fabulous events – and food. Oh, such delicious food, and an abundance of it. This is rather problematic when the words, “No, I shan’t have another slice of cake, for I am already full,” have never escaped your mouth. Even now, I think my body is still running on the meals I ate in Dubai. No regrets.