Built in the days of European colonialism the grand old hotels of Asia hark back to a time of pink gins and potted palms, ceiling fans and crumpled white linen suits. So grab Somerset Maugham's collected works for a little light reading and check in.
The Pen opened it doors in December 1928. Since then it has witnessed Hong Kong's changing fortunes and been host to everyone from Japanese troops in WWII to the glitterati of the film world, politicians and royalty.
Open your copy of Graham Green's The Quiet American and start reading now. Think Catherine Deneuve in Indochine and a Vietnam in the last throes of French Colonialism and you have the feel of this place.