Ever since I packed my life and relocated to the Big Apple, I’m essentially homeless in my hometown. Ironic, huh? Trips back to Singapore are a combination of couch-surfing, guest-staying and hotel-booking. It’s crazy, but at least I haven’t resorted to tent-pitching.
Bay Hotel Singapore took plight of my situation and invited me to stay at their suite while I was there. A unique boutique hotel, I had everything I needed there, including a circular bathtub filled with rosewater and bubbles for me to marinate in.
Add complimentary chocolate trays in the evenings to that combination, and I was in heaven.
Looking forward to my next stay.