Goodbye! But we will meet again! Park Hyatt Tokyo
This is the last cherry blossom season at Park Hyatt Tokyo, to be precise, before the hotel's major renovation. With a flexible work schedule, I arranged this 'farewell trip'. I've always had a passionate obsession with Park Hyatt, its aloof character is like an alternative anesthetic attracting me, a greasy middle-aged man. Of course, another important reason for the last check-in at Park Hyatt Tokyo: I'm afraid I won't be able to afford it after the upgrade to CAT8, compared to this time's use of C7!
Check-in was directly on the 41st floor, the check-in area was very spacious, and the requirements from the email had already been recorded, unfortunately, they couldn't provide a suite, but they gave a room with a fairly complete view of Tokyo's cityscape. The highlight of the room is the large assembled bed, sleeping on opposite ends with my wife felt like being in a long-distance relationship. The welcome gift was two small cans of candy so delicious they could accelerate diabetes, I recommend everyone to eat more. They deliver the Financial Times every day, the last one I remember delivering the Morning Post was the soon-to-be-delisted HK Parklane Pullman.
For breakfast at the hotel, I chose Japanese style for both days, pretty standard, simply because as a heavy business traveler, I've had plenty of Western-style meals, so I wanted to try something different this time. The weather was nice in the morning, overlooking the Tokyo cityscape against the sunlight high-rises, life was really great! If you go to the New York Bar at night, tasting wine amidst the singing, it's really not conducive to striving. It's still better in China, where a random policy can make small and medium-cap stocks start to reflect and strive from the bottom again.
Returning to the topic of getting lost in Tokyo and the major renovation starting on May 7th, when it was first released, I was a naive undergraduate freshman, but now coming here, I've already stepped into middle age. The farewell is not to the movie, nor to Park Hyatt Tokyo, but to the youth of our generation of the '80s. It's truly sigh-worthy: there will be times to see Park Hyatt Tokyo again, but our youth is gone forever.
With reluctance and unwillingness to part, live the rest of your life well, goodbye! Park Hyatt Tokyo! See you next year!