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Hotel Telepathy
Saturday, June 13



I was in Yogyakarta, Indonesia recently to look at Borobudur, an old Buddhist monument. I'd decided to be a little generous, splurging on a decent 5-star hotel, the Melia Purosani, and boy was the stay good.

Traveling alone, I had the pretty big room to myself. Big room aside, when I went down for breakfast the second day the concierge recognized and greeted me as Mr Ng, which was a nice touch.

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On the second night, when I returned from Borobudur, I was lying on the bed thinking: "I'd could really do with a massage right now."

Moments later, the phone rang. Hotel concierge.

"Sir, we are pleased to offer you a 10-minute complimentary massage. Do you want us to send up a masseur to your room now?"

That was brilliant. Perfect timing. The masseur, a young Indonesian girl, came up, gave me a back massage, and left.

So I found myself lying on the bed again. This time I thought, "Ah shit. I forgot to bring a universal adaptor for the handphone charger. I'll need to go look for one."

The phone rang again. Housekeeping this time.

"Sir, you need adaptor for electronic?"

Two requests fulfilled while lying on the bed without a single question uttered. If that's not eerily good service I don't know what is.