The Fullerton Hotel

    As I mentioned earlier, we were booked at a swank hotel. We were booked at the Fullerton Hotel, which is located where the river empties out into the bay. The Fullerton Hotel was previously the British Post Office when Singapore was still a British territory. It was just recently redone into a hotel. 

    The inside is just gorgeous. It looks very much like a 19th century British post office should on both the outside and inside, and on the inside there are some modern touches like small modern paintings and a glass fountain. Dad booked two rooms, because he said that this wasn't the beach and he did not want to share a room with me. However, the website that he booked rooms with for some reason didn't work completely, so the hotel only had his room booked. Apparently, the hotel was completely full, and only after 20 or 30 minutes of working it out did the clerk have both rooms ready for us. In the meantime, all three of us were hungry as it was around 5 o'clock. We headed on over first to the in-house chinese restaurant, which was closed. We then headed on over to the restaurant on the other side which during meal times becomes an incredible buffet. We ordered a plate of pretty tasty noodles for the three of us to share. Approximately when our meal ended, both of our rooms were ready, and we headed up to the third floor where they were located. My room was number 361 and their room was number 359. We went through the main elevator, nearest room number 301, so we had to walk in a circle until we arrived at our rooms where there was a nearby elevator that we didn't previously know about. 

      My room smelled like smoke. Not delicious hardwood smoke, but nasty cigarette smoke. It was pretty strong, but I quickly adjusted and didn't notice after a while. Dad had ordered adapters for the rooms, and when the guy arrived with them, I asked for someone to clean the room. He came back later with an ozonator, which helped a little. However much it helped, every time I walked in after leaving for a while, I could smell the smoke, and every time Dad entered the room, he commented on the stink. But hey, I had my own room, and a nice one at that. In the room was a bathroom equipped with both a shower and a bathtub, the toilet was in a little room connected to the main bathroom, and a sink with a mirror wall with a large circular mirror with a magnifying mirror attached. The bedroom had either a double or queen bed with only a comforter and 4 very puffy pillows. There were two bedside tables, the one on the left had a switch to open the curtains and to turn the lights off. There was also a TV and a DVD player. There was a valet, which is a stand to lay out clothes on. There was a desk with a notepad and a very nice pen, which they let me keep, in the drawer were some office supplies. Each morning, they would bring up a newspaper, varying by nationality. There was also a minibar with sodas and on top were snacks and teabags and things of that nature. There was also a closet with an umbrella, and bathrobes and some hangers.