Me: (Enters lift, SLIGHT smile at the Arab man in the lift. Looks away, avoiding conversation.)

Arab Man: Hello, good morning! How are you?

Me: Good.

Arab Man: Where are you from?

Me: Singapore.

Arab Man: Are you here alone?

Me: No, with a whole team of colleagues.

Arab Man: Do you want to be friend? I stay at room 504.

(Lift door opens)

Me: (patronising smile) NO.

If I'm not wrong, he thinks I'm a prostitute. Well, there are a lot of Chinese working girls in this city (our team actually saw the same girls in two different bars at the two hotels we stay in). Guess this explains why all these Arabian men and foreigners look at us in that leery way.