If you are thinking of a trip to Singapore (business OR pleasure) and you are anxious to find an utter shit-hole in which to stay, may I recommend the Rasa Sentosa as MORE than adequate for all your shit accommodation needs?
As if a second-rate family hotel had been transplanted from Miami in 1986, and placed with an unappealing view of the power station, petrol liners and other heavy shipping, the Rasa Sentosa is a truly unforgettable experience.
From the mould in the showers, to the food that might get looked at askance in a Harvester restaurant; the Mariachi band that played by the Pool Bar, to the large ceramic frogs on pillars that provided bottle green, garishly awful ashtrays every fifteen feet, there really is NOTHING that has been left to chance.
