Hyatt Kuantan is magnificent. The quaint, old hotel sits by the face of Telok Cempedak since time in memorial. Eons ago, I left for Hyatt Kuantan without a moleskine and a pencil in my bag: regret looms this scribe until this day for not romancing Hyatt in words.
Lately, I think about nothing else but to return to that safe heaven, the hotel always has in its bosom; where rays of the sun become hues of colours at the end of the day: red, green, grey and magenta fused the sky majestically at sunset.
I could almost hear the concierge boy, Sufian, surreptitiously uttering, “Welcome back, Ms. Elviza”. Ten years ago, when I first stepped into Hyatt Kuantan, I was still a single woman (read: young and reckless). Even until today, Sufian address me still with a respectful, pleasant-sounding “Miss Elviza”.
Nothing moves in Hyatt Kuantan.
My worldly hurry comes to a complete halt every time I cast a glance at the dark blue water of the South China Sea.
Time to place that long overdue phone call to the hotel’s reservation desk .