Steffan A.
Google
I’ve stayed in hotels all over the world — from tiny Scottish B&Bs run by people who definitely have opinions about your shoes, to 5-star Marriott resorts in Phuket where even the towels feel richer than I am. But this place? This place understands customer service on a spiritual level.
From the moment we arrived, the woman at reception welcomed us like long-lost relatives she actually likes. Down by the pool, Alongtoi kept the drinks flowing so smoothly I briefly considered adopting him as my life coach.
You can tell the owners and management have poured their heart, soul, and several litres of sweat into this hotel. Between the incredible artwork and the lush jungle garden, you forget you’re in the middle of the city and not in a National Geographic documentary.
And then… the voice. An assertive, slightly rude person shouting staff members’ names across the grounds. A long-term resident, we assumed. Someone dramatic. Someone bold. Someone who really needed a hobby.
Turns out it was the hotel parrot.
Not caged. Not shy. And absolutely living its best life.