THE HOTEL KID

The Hong Kong Hilton was my home during my teenage summer holidays. It was the most glamorous hotel in Hong Kong and, as I roamed the hotel all on my own, I’d feel like Eloise, the classic children’s book character who lived on the top floor of a New York City hotel. The Hilton had it all: from Cat Street, the 24-hour coffee shop that was the place for celebrity sightings and people watching, to the top-floor nightclub Eagle’s Nest, where I had birthday dinners with my friends. It was the most incredible place to call home in the Eighties.