I may be on the verge of taking advantage of everyone's Ramadan inspired goodness by begging on the streets but I haven't had much to complain about recently, it seems. Take last weekend, for example, on a private island not so far, far away...
...completely secluded stretches of pristine beach, your own villa with private splash pool and amazing claw food tub, et al. They weren't so keen on letting me off scot free with this review, though, which is why I had to pinch a few bills off mother dearest yesterday. I think the tub (and being greeted in the morning by dozens of elegantly grazing gazelles) was worth it though.
This weekend, I am here.
doing fuck-all...
Business chain, heart of dirty down town, kiddie-sized pool, so-so food...
But pretty nice rooms, gorgeous city views, free wireless...
and my favourite type of lighting!
Anyway, I am off to enjoy my room serviced suhour (the later than late late night snack Muslims indulge in before fasting at sunrise - yes, I am fasting this Ramadan. It's going really well, in case you were interested).
RAMADAN KAREEM!
IȾ iϟ Ẇrittɇn.
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