Remember that time I stayed at the Marina Bay Sands? Well the stay wouldn’t have been complete had I not come back with a story to tell that involves the three towers and of course the infinity pool. Well get ready for one story that I’m going to remember for days to come.
I’d checked into the Marina Bay Sands on Tuesday preceding our conference. My day finished relatively late on this day i.e. Wednesday 2am. More than anything my plan was to go to the infinity pool by Wednesday evening/night because after that it would get too crowded with all of our delegates arriving into the hotel and checking out the pool as well.
Luckily on Wednesday, I finished my work by 10.30pm or so. I ran back to my room got changed and straight to the pool I went with two of my colleagues. The pool closes at 11pm and we managed about 15 minutes in the pool and a whole bunch of selfies. I was surprised to see that there was a line to get to the pool. But that’s mostly because you need to tap your room key card to make it to the pool.
Once the pool closed, I was hanging and relaxing with my colleague by the pool. Whilst the pool is closed you can hang out at the back and take a multitude of photos whilst no one is there. Finally around 11.30pm or possibly midnight we decided it’s time we make our way back to our rooms (hers was next to mine) and call it a night. I was carrying one too many things – my phone, my GoPro, my key card… I think that was it. My colleague suggested we take a different route back to our rooms, which was in tower 2 as the way we came up to the pool is the longer way down. So we decided to go the other way and tapped our key card as we made our way out.
We walked like we owned the place. And what did that lead us to? Well, we walked straight into Ce La Vi. I mean a wet swimming costume and your bathrobe is the best night club attire, no? Realising what we did and with other people staring us down we quickly ran to find the lifts. In our defence the entrance to the lifts is easily missed as it looks more like a fire exit. But enough of that. We get into a lift with two other young ladies. I’m not sure what came over, but we kept pressing level 57. We were already on level 57. The two young ladies got just a tad bit worried thinking we may have had a bit too much to drink. We’d only had one drink. Cut to the chase we finally hit level 34, which is where the ‘transfer bridge’ is. We were 100% sure this was the right way.
We got off on level 34 and made our way to the other lifts which would ultimately take us to our floor. Just one problem. We were in a different tower altogether, which though we’d factored in, we never gave it a second thought. So we implemented our solution. We had to make our way down to the lobby. Yup. Run across in our bathrobes in the lobby area, to tower 2 and then go up the lift. I mean bumping into VIPs and/or delegates attending our event in our bathrobes in the pool area is one thing, but in the lobby area, is totally different. We hoped and begged that we wouldn’t run into anyone in the lobby and we didn’t.
Finally, we enter my room to hang out for a while longer, and as soon as I keep my stuff on the table I realise my phone is missing. BLASPHEMY! How can it possibly be missing?! Because if I dropped it, I would have heard it fall, and I didn’t. Our only option to go back to the pool the way we came down. We quickly changed and I called guest services to let them know about my cracked phone that’s missing and made our way back. I swear we looked like idiots bending over trying to find a phone on the carpet, which is where I was hoping it fell.
Before we knew it we made it back to the pool with no phone in sight. I asked the security by Ce La Vi if they saw an iPhone 6 in the vicinity at all but unfortunately for me they had not. We walked through to the lounge area by the pool to retrace our steps and find the phone. I went as far as looking in the bush and shrubs to see if my phone fell in there. Someone’s gotta do it, right? This entire time I was in denial that I had lost my phone. There was no way in hell that I’m going to accept that I lost my phone. Sad, disheartened and heart broken (no not being dramatic at all), I made my way back. My colleague came to my room to give me some moral support and to try and figure out where I could have dropped my phone. Bare in mind it was about 1.30am by now. We ordered some room service, because well why not. Whilst waiting for our food to arrive she dozed off on the couch and I paced up and down like a headless chicken. Do you have any idea how many photos I have of my pride, my little Breezer?
Food arrived by 1.45am and we sat there nibbling on some fried chicken. Suddenly her phone rings at 2am and after just one ring it hung up. I jumped across like a ninja to get to her phone and she recognised the number. IT WAS THE HOTEL! Oh the joy, the hope, the endless possibility that my broken phone may ultimately be found. I quickly dial the number and my voice shaking I say hello and the person on the other end feeling awkward given the time they rang also greets me. Before he can get a word out I scream did you find my phone? He says, we may have found your phone, where are you right now? "In my room", I answered. The pacing begins again, each second feels like an eternity and finally about 15 minutes (well a lifetime really) later, I hear a knock on my door. I run to the door and jump with glee when I see my broken phone in his hand. He says but wait, first unlock this phone I need to know it really is yours. Shaking with excitement I slowly type in my passcode and unlock the phone in the first go, which I rarely ever do. Oh my god, I have my phone.
I asked him where did he find it and his answer was the infinity pool area. On the off chance the person who handed my phone in is actually reading this blog, THANK YOU FOR HANDING MY PHONE! I was so worried to the extent I had messaged my family to let them know that I was phoneless. Sigh!
This is why I say, travelling makes you a storyteller. You’ll always have experiences that you can turn into stories. Tell me some of yours.
Until next time,