You'll be forgiven, upon your arrival at the Burj Al Arab hotel, if you can't believe you're in the Middle East, that forsaken corner of the world that seems doomed to endless war, terrorism and zealotry. The chauffeur of your Rolls-Royce Silver Seraph will collect you at Dubai's palm-studded airport, transport you past the shimmering skyscrapers and finally pull up to a resort that feels a lot more like Las Vegas than Arab sheikdom. Here, in an awesome, sail-shaped edifice as tall as the Eiffel Tower, obsequious staff will conduct you to one of the Burj Al Arab's sumptuous suites, featuring...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
