Tim Warrington checks into the Anantara, Dubai.
Check-in experience: The receptionist was clearly a night owl and made our check-in a whimsical experience of giggles and smiles with plenty of information about the resort. It was midnight and we were the only people checking in.
Exhaustion was setting in and I was close to seizing the map from her hand and making a dash for it … but Lolly the receptionist was far too lovely.
The friendly duty manager double-checked to make sure everything was in order — even arranging for late-night room service, as we had missed the restaurant booking included in our room rate. The property is vast so we jumped aboard a tuk-tuk and were driven to our villa. We scoffed our green curry chicken, the delightful macarons (complete with gold leaf) and collapsed into bed. Lights out.
The room: Room 1006, an over-water villa. Everything in the suite was on a heroic scale: the cathedral ceilings, the enormous bed and in the bathroom, space to swing an elephant. Because of our late arrival we failed to notice the large glass panel in the floor but the following morning, jetlag easing, I realised we had been upgraded. Naturally, I ran to the beach, launched into the water and swam out to the villa to wave through the glass.