For about $100, me and my boyfriend booked a attic room at Arton Boutique Hotel.
The entrance area is really small actually. It consists of a small kitchenette, a fancy toilet (with the rain-shower thing) and an exit to the balcony. Right to the balcony is a relatively steep flight of steps that leads up to the attic.
Now I know I would die to be an American and holy shit for a minute I was living out my fantasies of hiding out in an attic. If I could I would have filled the walls with quotes and writings but of course my artistic tendencies are not welcome here. SUE ME.
The stay was immensely comfortable.
The only thing I care about when it comes to boutique hotels is the bed and the balcony, for the two single reasons of having good sleep and kickass photos to make everyone in my Instagram timeline jealous.
Arton did 2 of 2, but my heart remains Parc Sovereign's. Which was, incidentally, directly opposite us so believe me, I had to dramatically wipe a tear away every single time I went to the balcony for a breather.
I would love to come back though.
Location is great, we rode out to get supper at Little India because I was craving masala as usual and it was only a 15 min journey away. I found a little floral shop below the hotel and managed to get more pretty photos to piss everyone in my Instagram timeline off hahah. Score!
We had breakfast along one of the cafes along Jalan Besar. Chye Seng Huat Hardware happened to be open so we dropped in. And my god did the place look good! If only it tasted as good as it looked!
Never going back to that overpriced industrial hole.
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