Some of the marketing that hotels do are as follows. You are working in your foreign company / NGO and suddenly there is a door bell ringing. Once you open a high number of people marches in. In our case they were nine. They walk through the office, smile on everyone and go to the central area of the office. They are hotel representatives – they give you their business cards that hold titles such as assistant director, associate director, managing director, head director, Japanese director etc., they give you a fancy cake and request if you could accommodate your expats in their hotel. Strangely enough they do not come with a cheaper price offer thus you do not even think of changing the hotel where you (as an expat) live already, ... then they leave the office with smiles on, you eat the cake and the day goes on. And you wait for them to come next month again...
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