Swanky, Sumptuous and Seriously Sexy
Room 600
Where Hotel Living Lives It Up LARGE
OH MY GOD. Nope. Not strong enough. OMFG! Sorry to those of you reading this entry that have may have more decorum, less grunt and are more linguistically refined than me but IF YOU SAW this place, it would get you and your lexicon lips in a total knicker-twist too.
For me to have this reaction, bleary eyed, bloated and beyond beauty sleep - it has to be out of this world. Let me walk and talk you through it.
Sixth floor. Room 600. Entry room (yes, inside our hotel room) - with bar ‘fridge, coffee machine and large wooden cupboard. Door to the right and opening to the left. Errm, which way now? Okay - to the left. Opening into large bedroom with TWO QUEEN BEDS, large WRITER’S DESK (seriously, they knew that I was coming) - you know the type: heavy, dark wood with a leather in-lay and roll top with bamboo edging.
Three windows, four lamps, large cabinet housing a TV, DVD player and some sort of sound system amplifier-thing. Then another doorway off here - oh, of course; it’s a SEPARATE DRESSING ROOM! Wardrobes, safe, dressing table with mirror, another window and then a doorway into the BATHROOM. 
Okay, so entry room and dressing room back onto each other and two doors each lead into the BATHROOM. Claw foot bath, two separate basins, tall mirrors above, chaise lounge (yes, in the bathroom), TV - yes, in the bathroom mounted by the bath of course!
Walk in shower with rain head shower and separate shower to wash your separate bits-n-bobs, then a toilet. When closed, both doors have full length mirrors to check out your bits-n-bobs and, should you require it, there is also a full length mirror behind the toilet for when you bend and… you get the picture.
Well, err no. Let me re-phrase.
No picture of that one!
SO HERE WE ARE.
We have frequented three airports, boarded two flights, overcome three delays, covered 7,041.33 kilometres by air (just an approximation), travelled in two buses, sat in two cars, traversed one revolving door and gone up six flights in a lift and now we are in TWO MINDS. To unpack or not unpack? To sleep or not to sleep?
Decision Made: BED TIME..
And with this comes the inevitable undressing, showering and locating of pyjamas. And what better place to undress than amongst the myriad of mirrors?
As I begin to peel of the well travelled attire, I look and then look again. Surely not? Yes, it is true.
I have only travelled all this way with my undies on inside out.
I am ALL CLASS.
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