I’VE NEVER had an entire new luxury hotel complex all to myself before. It’s a
strange and slightly overwhelming experience.
The labyrinth of marble corridors echo to my feet alone. A dozen smiling
hyper-attentive white-suited waiters watch the man from The Times eat in an
empty restaurant.
The head chef asks how I’m enjoying my food before I’ve finished chewing it.
My room phone calls half-hourly to check that my every need is being met.
Slightly embarrassed by all the fuss, I go for a walk along the deserted beach
to clear my mind and stare at the white-flecked waves.
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