Anecdotes of a traveling gambler: Drenched in Dubai luxury

Previous parts of this series of articles:
French suicidal thoughts
First trip to Las Vegas
Unwitting industrial espionage
When Itagaki needed my arm
Gabe’s dirty shirt

The kind of gaming trips I took in 2002-2006 no longer exist. These are phenomena within our beloved gaming industry that disappeared a long time ago and, if I can guess, will never return. Bribery for bribery, you might call them, if you want to be really dramatic. Superresor, is another name I might rather use. However, over the years I have been fortunate enough to be invited on a lot of unforgettable trips to countries and places, hotels and restaurants that I most likely would never have visited on my own. One of these was my first trip to Dubai in early 2005.

Invited by Konami, they had a Gran Turismo challenger in the works called Enthusia and they wanted to take the world press to the most luxurious city in the world to show us. Obviously I didn’t take long to accept because I have always loved racing games and at that time I had never even been close to Dubai. O Asia. When I received the airline tickets sent via Konami to Sweden, it was also clear that it was going to be a journey through luxury and elegance as we were all booked to travel first class, with Emirates Airlines.

Konami’s Enthusia press images also looked like Gran Turismo.

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The desert was beautiful. Dubai was beautiful. Since 2005 I have been there two more times (2011 and 2013) and during those trips it became clear that Dubai has become overpopulated and that the standard of the city itself has dropped slightly, but in 2005 – Then, according to my travel memories, it was a bizarre sight. Clinically clean everywhere. All new. All drenched in gold and other precious metals and every single car on every single street – white. All the cars were white, which made the traffic on major highways look like they were taken from a well-designed science fiction film.

Anecdotes from a Traveling Gambler: Immersed in the luxury of Dubai
By today’s standards, Enthusia simulators look downright absurd. Lol! Take a look at the microscopic displays.

When we arrived after a superb flight where there were buckets of champagne and where the seats looked like airplanes and super cute beds, it was time to get off. Konami had quite easily subscribed a part of the airport for us which meant we never queued, never had to show our passports or wait for our bags which was a weird experience and something we didn’t I have never experienced again. The Hyatt Hotel in Dubai is a five-star hotel and the lobby was drenched in Italian gold and marble, I remember. A little exaggerated as well, like Liberace’s room but much larger.

Anecdotes from a Traveling Gambler: Immersed in the luxury of Dubai
An incredibly nice hotel that I remember with pleasure.

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The next day was a Sunday, I remember. All were given special silver cards for the expansive “food court” of the hotel’s eight restaurants, where all food was prepared by award-winning chefs and where the South African rugby team, among others, spent half. of their time (huge men with big appetites) and with our silver cards we could eat at any restaurant we wanted, as much as we wanted during the four days of our stay. The food was amazing, I remember. Both the Italian and French restaurant served superb dishes that streamlined on a conveyor belt, although not at the same pace as the rugby pros. We were in the pool for most of Sunday, visited a mall where a guard ordered me to take off because I was unknowingly wearing a shirt that was against the laws over there. Apparently a cartoon penguin with naked breasts (surfing on a wave) was almost criminal, which meant I had to ask Konami’s Swedish PR chief to buy a new shirt that I had then delivered to the men’s room and that I could then splurge in the mall, again. Lol.

Anecdotes from a Traveling Gambler: Immersed in the luxury of Dubai
Gold, marble, gold and more gold. Dubai 2005 was a spectacle for the gods.
Sand, sand, sand and more sand … And an editor-in-chief in a sleeveless Vin Diesel t-shirt.

The second day we were picked up from a collection of Landcruisers who took us to the desert. There, the skin had been hit, equipped with electricity and play seats, and in addition to the camel ride, snowboarding in the dunes, ATV and many other activities, it was time to test the game, Enthusia. That was very mediocre. A relatively hollow attempt to copy Gran Turismo and ride Sony’s racing wave, which I think most of us have seen but most of the participating magazines haven’t dared to write. Not then. Not after all the luxury that was offered to us and in which we were bathed. And you must say that it was a fact that obviously has not been talked about in recent years. A lot of publishers had fun without hell, which somehow made the game press feel stressed. I never cared, though, and after assigning the “lowest rating in the world” to Enthusia, obviously there were no happy faces from Konami, but as I always say when rating discussions arise; Want higher ratings – Create better games.

Previous parts of this series of articles:
French suicidal thoughts
First trip to Las Vegas
Unwitting industrial espionage
When Itagaki needed my arm
Gabe’s dirty shirt

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