It took some effort to arrange a dinner in the restaurant of the رج العرب, Tower of the Arabs, that mimics the sail of a ship . Its controversial title as the world’s only seven-star hotel made me eager to get in.
Eat with a view, at 200 meters above the Persian Gulf. Live the grandeur and decadence for just a few hours. Its magnificence was beyond belief, as were the prices (I bet you don’t doubt that, when you see 27.000 dollar a night for one of their rooms).
What about all the glitter and gold? What about a collection of ten white Rolls Royce Phantoms in front of the main entrance?
Ten?! Excuse me? Taxis?!
Like it or not, this was one of the architectural wonders that just made my skin crawl. I was ecstatic about visiting it, but it made me realize at the far end of the golden tunnel, I preferred my own life.
My own love.