I'm an easy girl to please. Fly me to Beijing, set me up in the Hyatt for a night - executive suite, please - and I'm good to go. As soon as the marketing lady showed me my room and closed the door, I ran in and did a flying-suirrel leap on to the big old bed.
Then I toodled around the room for half an hour taking pictures of myself before lunch. It was a pretty quick trip - mostly taken up by the PR people squiring a few Chinese reporters and myself around the hotel.
I also got my first real massage in the spa. There was this pretty bowl of flowers below the massage table, placed for me to stare at while the masseuse worked. I caught myself before I drooled on them - it was very relaxing.
I didn't really have time to enjoy all the space in the suite.
Not once did I sit on that couch. Ah, but for one night it was mine.