Don’t worry, this isn’t a horror story.
We were in Bangkok last weekend and stayed at Four Points by Sheraton. Although it was our first time there, we immediately felt right at home. The kids had a lot of room to stretch while we checked in. I allowed my 13 month old toddler to crawl and explore the hotel lobby – I got a million stares from people and I’m pretty sure they were thinking ‘How could they allow their kid to crawl on the floor?’.
The room received a seal of approval from both our son and our friend’s daughter. Spacious, clean and comfortable.
For some reason, I smelt cigarette smoke in our room on the first day. I thought, no way. It’s a non-smoking hotel. I must be dreaming. But it got really prominent that night. I was really upset and couldn’t sleep so I emailed the hotel asking them to check if we were on a smoking floor. The manager apologised and held a room for us on a different floor so we switched rooms early the next morning. Our clothes smelt like we just came out of a night club!
When we got back to the room that evening, we were pleasantly surprised with a plate of cupcakes from Khun Warapon. She really went all out to help us switch rooms by briefing her staff to fetch our bags, getting the new key cards and even offering to pack for us.
This is the second time I’ve made my husband change rooms due to cigarette smoke. It can be really annoying and even dangerous with a baby. He told our friends the next day that he fell asleep in Room 240 but woke up in Room 646.
He turned to me looking puzzled.
‘What were we doing this time last year?’
‘We were in India, love.’
I couldn’t help but think about our travels so far.
As boyfriend and girlfriend, as husband and wife.
One luggage between the two of us, always checked-in.
A map in one hand, my hand in the other.
Spontaneous decisions on where to go, what to eat.
I remember each trip vividly, right up to the babymoon in Koh Samui.
I will miss it.
Traveling is going to be a lot different now. We both agree that it’s time to start making memories with the new addition to our family. After all, good things are meant to be shared.
Travelling with my husband on his business trips does have its perks:
- I get to go to places I’ve never visited before.
- I get to enjoy staying in lovely hotels all around the world.
- I don’t have to worry about breakfast.
- I get to shop without feeling guilty cause he’s waiting outside the shop.
- I get to buy anything I like *big fat smile*.
- I don’t have to drive to the gym.
Though, there are some (small) drawbacks:
- I’m alone sometimes most of the day. I eat alone (I don’t enjoy that).
- I have to pack and unpack for him and myself! (despite having lists, I always end up forgetting something (my things, never his) like my face moisturiser or glasses grrr!).
- I can seriously be a travel agent with all the planning and arrangements I make prior to our trips *grumble*
- I put on weight from ‘over-relaxing’. But that’s not a bad thing, is it? 🙂
In Penang, I send the indian boy to order cause I speak neither Hokkien nor Mandarin. I do the same in Singapore too. Tsk! Shame shame.
Dim sum on a lovely Sunday morning in Penang. These prawn & fish dumplings are a must have.