Imagine our angst. Sound asleep, having been exhausted by the rigours of a long flight, and with a very early start looming the next morning, the unmistakeable tones of drunken Karaoke filter, and then barrage our hotel room. Instantly awake, there’s  a sensation that the bed itself is reverberating, and the noise is definitely getting louder. It is 10pm in Singapore.


At 6am the following morning, all becomes quiet. No more oontz. No more inebriated, off-key attempts at singing. No more Loud.
The Karaoke Bar directly under our hotel room had finally closed for the day. And we had been awake all night. 
The biggest laugh was on us. 
Way back, when we were in the throes of planning our trip, we had purposely organised a stopover in Singapore on the way back to Australia. We were going to whip around and see as much of Singapore as we could in a very short time, have a taste of Singaporean cuisine, and then get the best night’s sleep in preparation for the flight home.
At check-in we requested a quiet room in a quiet part of the hotel. Our room was spectacular, we were happy.
And so we dropped our bags in our excellent room, hit Orchard Road with a vengeance, window shopped, perused some street markets, and then succumbed to the humidity. Back to the hotel, the refreshing delights of a roof top pool, with bar attached preceded our sumptuous Asian buffet meal. 
Sleep was beckoning, and our excellent quiet room had an awesomely comfy bed. Our heads hit the big, white, fluffy pillows, and we were out like lights. For about 30 minutes. 
That was many years ago, and the memory of that crazy night has never left me, and has a prominent place in the list of funny travel stories I tell. Well, funny now, it certainly wasn’t at the time.
We had asked for a quiet room, and had been placed in a room directly above a karaoke bar. The reception staff who served us must have been splitting their sides about this Aussie couple and their night to come.
Mind you, we had a laugh too. One half of this Aussie couple is ferocious when crossed, guess who. We got a full refund. 
We’ve never taken the opportunity to go back to Singapore, until a few weeks ago. And this time, we actually saw the sights, and got some sleep. And no Karaoke to be heard.