We arrive at our nearest station and then walk “10 minutes”
to the hotel – maybe these are Asian minutes, akin to the old Northern Line
minutes, as 20 minutes later, we were still en route. I didn’t mind, actually,
as the weather was lovely and it made a change to walk somewhere.
The A Hotel (our home for the next few days) is in the
Worker’s Stadium area, a pretty central location for the main attractions, plus
easy to get cabs from. As we booked separately, our rooms are different grades and probably not near each other, so as we check in we try to get the
same type of room together but there are
limited rooms left, and one of them is next door to the lobby (and therefore
lifts) the other is about five minutes walk along a seemingly never ending
corridor. Well, actually it IS a never-ending corridor, seeing as the hotel is
stadium shaped.
Anyway, I take the room further away and the rooms are pretty smart: at least mine had a window, unlike the other room where the hotel sign was smack bang in front of the window, so you were
unable to see outside save for these little holes punched into the sign. Made it
rather gloomy really and I didn’t mind the walk.
It’s five minutes…
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