I realise now that the goggles were a mistake. After an overnight flight from Sydney, I decide to clear my head with a few laps in the SLS Hotel’s rooftop pool.
The bouncer at the entrance should have been a clue but I stroll in regardless and find myself in the middle of a Vegas-style pool party. Dance tunes are pumping from the stereo and beautiful young things with long legs, high heels and barely-there bikinis are gyrating around the pool. I feel like an agonisingly awkward extra in a Kanye West video.
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Rob McFarland 