changed hotels today. to the hotel across the street, basically. naive as i am, i thought that i would be able to move in to the apartment as soon as london had said yes. found out last night that wasn't the case. went to the reception to ask for an extended stay only to find out there were no rooms available. hence the move to the other side of the street (to where i actually took a taxi, but before blaiming me you should see my massive suitcase not to mention all the stationary i had to carry).
very nice hotel though. i get complimentary drinks in the executive lounge, every evening between 6 pm and 8 pm. got my room at about 7.45, decided to check out the drinks. went to the restaurant, got re-directed to the bar and then again to the lounge. rushed in at 7.57 an managed to get a drink. gratis är gott, as we say in swedish.
also went out for dinner and when returning to the hotel, i took the lift up to the 10th floor, but couldn't find my room number. thought i must have gotten into the wrong lift because the corridors looked a bit different as well. went down again and to the reception.
me: hi, just checked in today. i'm in room 1057, but can't find it.
reception guy (looking slightly bemused): we don't have a room 1057.
me (starting to realise something is wrong): hihiahahahahaahahahahahaaaaaa...
reception guy (looking more worried now): if you have your key card i can check.
me (trying my best to stop laughing): is this not the furama hotel?
reception guy: no, furama is next door.
i walk away, laughing to myself. funniest singapore moment so far.