Before a well-earned holiday at the Phuket health resort for programmers and OnlyFans entrepreneurs, I stopped off in Singapore to sort things out with Hyatt.
To close out 150 nights and tick off yet another Hyatt Brand Explorer icon.
“Where does a retired points mathematician find $250 for a hotel?” asks the pedantic points-smoker.
I’ll answer without beating about the bush: cash yesterday, cash tomorrow, but never cash today.
Today there are Hyatt 1–4 certificates.
That is my answer to your perfectly fair question of why I chose this passive smoker’s hotel.
But I have no answer as to why the other guests chose this fabric with such details.
Perhaps they vape even stronger certificates and get their hits at special discounts.
I haven’t smoked up any other answer yet.
Breakfast with the locust starlings Javan mynas, and the room, are on video.
Comments will be moderated by an independent committee of the hotel’s regulars, who will keep things suitably fabulous.
