My disappointment disappeared when I got to my room, a Premium King on the sixth floor, about a third of the way down the earthscraper. Spacious, with a steampunk vibe, teal-coloured fabrics covered the walls, accented with a burnished bronze panel. The upholstered seating areas were decorated with faux buckles and pale oak furniture throughout made the room seem brighter than it otherwise would have been. There’s also an in-room tablet powered by a voice-activated AI bot from Baidu, the Chinese equivalent of Google, that you can use to do things such as opening the blinds — if you know how to speak Mandarin, that is. Meanwhile, sliding doors opened into the equally large bathroom, featuring a monsoon shower and a soaking tub, plus one of those fancy Japanese toilets with heated seats.
There are over 330 rooms at the property and most are like mine. But for those with more cash to splash, some of the most expensive suites are a clutch of duplexes down on the 15th floor. These have aquariums in the living rooms that take up an entire wall, giving the impression that you’re underwater. There are also a handful of waterfall-view suites, with bathtubs so big you could swim in them.
Jet lag had me up by 6am, when I got a glimpse of the quarry from my balcony for the first time. The jagged rock face in front of me had already been partially colonised by foliage, with a man-made waterfall on one side. Trees lined the top, hiding a toddler-friendly theme park beyond. Below, the base of the quarry had been flooded, creating a forest-green lake where the occasional flicker of iridescent orange betrayed the location of the koi carp surfacing for air. And in the middle of all this green was a rocky island, topped with a single bonsai pine. I hadn’t expected the view to be quite so pretty, and the echoey coo of pigeons made it lovelier still.