Not the Hilton, this time, but the Rotana.
Back to Abu Dhabi in three days.
Never drank so much strong coffee in my life. Or eaten so many sweet pastries. Fifty lengths in the morning, methinks, or they won't be able to get me back on the plane home. (Well, Ok, twenty, but who's counting?)
Thank goodness all the hotel rooms in the world are virtually identical. Some people don't like this about hotels. Personally, I love it. It means I know exactly where my cufflinks are, every morning.
Right, it must be time for a rather large G&T.
No idea what day it is. All I know is that I'm checking out in three of them.