When I set foot on the marble floor entryway of my personal suite last night, I had no idea what to expect. I could tell the room was big, but really, since I hadn’t yet figured out how to turn the lights on, all I saw was darkness. I fumbled through the room trying every lamp, but all were conveniently without switches. I tried the flat-panel, plastic switches on the wall; nothing. And that’s when I saw them: two blinking red lights in a small key-holder on the wall, with the words “key card insert here” printed just below. It only took me another couple tries to figure out that you’re actually supposed to leave your key in the holder the whole time you’re in the room to gain access to all the light switches. Once in bed, I could turn all the lights in the room on and off, and adjust the temperature and fan speed with the click of a button on my alarm clock. I fell asleep last night on what I can only assume were Egyptian cotton sheets, in a beautiful room on the 17th floor of the Meritus Mandarin Hotel. After more than 20 hours in the air, it was refreshing to say the least. As I type, I’m sitting in a waffled cotton robe with the words “Meritus Mandarin Singapore” embroidered in gold across the pocket, glancing through a “Discover Singapore” magazine. But enough about the room, I think I’m going to attempt to actually “discover Singapore” before I’ll be forced to check out at noon.