I’m holed up tonight literally across the road from Kuala Lumpur’s Low Cost Carrier Terminal. In fact, I’m so bleedingly close that I can hear the unceasing jet whine and the low rumble during takeoff. My room is no larger than my office at work, yet includes a full bathroom and double bed. And yes, I’m loving it.

Here’s to the virtues of solo travel. Sure, I have Sandy the Proboscis in my bag, but for the first time in a while, I’m travelling for leisure, unaccompanied. It’s just amazing how folks open up to you and how much you see in return - I befriended another solo traveller from Shanghai at the airport and now I’m excited with the prospect of visiting Xian. We made it to the Tune together and whoo-ee! What a little gem this place is!

The Tune is the anti-thesis to the homogenous hotel experience. Apart from my Chinese friend, I’ve met British holidaymakers, smirked at cranky-looking Korean golf tourists, avoided frosty Germans and admired the serenity of an Indian mother, cradling her child in a doorway. There are Malaysian students sharing a wall with tired Australians and oh what a vibe, even after midnight! There’s cheap beer downstairs, to boot!

The Tune at KL LCCT is a modern-day tower of Babel. It’s a shrine to globalisation. And at around $20 a night, it’s my kinda hotel. Sweet dreams!