I came to Brunei purely by accident. 

While trying to book a flight from Darwin, Australia, to Bangkok, Thailand, I happened upon Royal Brunei Airways which offered the cheapest airfare. Rather than endure the 8-hour wait between connecting flights in Brunei, I decided to spend a few days in this tiny Muslim sultanate. Although at times I found myself rummage around for something to do, I managed to see one of Southeast Asia's most remarkable structures and had the best hotel experience of my life. 

The country's complete name is Negara Brunei Darussalam, which loosely translated means "Brunei - abode of peace." And what a peaceful abode it is. Serious crime is rare, liquor stringently forbidden, nightlife is practically nonexistent, and the country's largest city, Bandar Seri Begawan (pop. 60,000), seems to shut down before dark. (Even during the height of rush hour, when the streets of BSB were jammed with late-model Mercedes Benzes and BMWs, I never heard a horn honk.) 

Located in the northwest corner of the island of Borneo, Brunei is less than half the size of Rhode Island and supports one-third of the population. The 350,000 predominately Malay citizens are ruled by His Majesty Sultan Haji Hassanal Bolkiah Muíizzaddin Waddaulah, better known as the Sultan of Brunei. The 29th in a long line of Sultans, he supports two wives and is believed to be as rich, or nearly as rich, as the worldís richest man – Bill Gates. 

Thanks to abundant revenue from offshore oil wells at Seria and Muara, the Sultan is a multi-billionaire and his people enjoy free education, free medical care, high minimum wages and no taxes. Everyone is entitled to a pension, as well as low-interest loans and subsidies for automobile purchases (which might explain the abundance of Mercedes Benzes and BMWs).

After checking into the Brunei Hotel, clean and relatively inexpensive digs (US$32) in the center of BSB, I walked the quiet streets and within less than an hour I'd seen just about everything. Aside from the Yayasan Sultan Haji Hassanal Bolkiah Complex, a posh shopping mall commonly referred to as the Yayasan, the city has 3 notable features: Kampung Ayer, the Omar Ali Saifuddien Mosque, and the Sultanís private palace – which is off-limits to visitors.

Visible from nearly every vantage point in the city, the Omar Ali Saifuddien Mosque is a sight to behold. Built in 1958 and named after the present Sultan's father, the fortress-like edifice supports a huge golden dome, with several smaller domes perched high atop rectangular pillars. Inside the main dome lay a Venetian mosaic comprised of 3.5 million pieces. The walls are made of exquisite Italian marble, as are the floors upon which intricately woven prayer mats are laid.

Outside, I gazed at the mosque's shimmering image in the reflecting pool. As if on cue, the Muslim call to prayer (the adhan) began drifting from speakers suspended beneath the golden domes. Sung by a crier, or muezzin, the Arabic song has a rhythmic mesmerizing quality that permeates the city five times each day.

A few steps away from the mosque lay Kampung Ayer, one of BSB's famous stilt villages. Poised on rotting wooden stilts above the Brunei River, many of the shacks are crumbling, brightly painted wood structures. Farther upriver there's a proliferation of new, characterless, pre-fabricated shacks with stilts made of concrete. A maze of wooden plank walks connect the villages to each other and to schools, mosques and mom & pop convenience stores. Half the city's residents, some 30,000, live in these above-water communities. Each morning the typical villager walks the plank from his home, flags down a water taxi, and crosses the river to a job in BSB's city center.

After ambling aimlessly along the plank walks, and receiving hesitant nods from residents along the way, I found myself with an empty itinerary and 2 nights remaining before my flight departed for Bangkok. Hoping to find a bargain, I placed a call to The Empire Hotel & Country Club (www.empire.com.bn), the best hotel in Brunei and a member of The Leading Hotels of the World. After inquiring about rates, I was surprised to learn that a standard room cost only $131 (weekend rate). A mere pittance compared to rates at luxury hotels in other countries.

I made a reservation for the following day and prepared for 24 hours of 5-star opulence.

Three things struck me as I entered the Empire Hotel: the expansive lobby with a huge crystal chandelier in the shape of an inverted-pyramid; the sprawling marble floor motif; and the 7-story atrium, where white marble columns stand as tall as redwoods.

Like all of the 423 rooms and suites, mine had a private balcony facing the South China Sea. The custom-made king-size bed, fitted with Egyptian cotton sheets, turned sleeping into a coveted event. The bathroom was a marble en-suite palace which happened to be larger than many of the hotel rooms Iíve stayed in during my around-the-world journey.

Because I don't play golf and didn't feel like bowling, I eschewed the flood-lit 18-hole course and the high-tech 8-lane alley. Instead, I walked next door and watched Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers at The Empire's lavish 3-screen Cinema. Furnished with deep leather sofas instead of chairs, the theater provided me with a level of comfort that exceeded any previous movie-going experience.

In the end, I stayed for 3 nights. My bill, including taxes and all meals (most of which were delivered to my room) came to exactly $500. That's $106 over my daily budget for this trip. But when you order toast with breakfast and room service instead delivers 4 slices of bread and a polished silver toaster on a heavy silver tray well, a man's gotta splurge once in a while.

Nevertheless, my most vivid memory is the arrival of His Highness Shaikh Khalifa Bin Salman Al-Khalifa, the Prime Minister of Bahrain. The hotel literally laid out the red carpet for him. I stood along the edge of the carpet, amid the crowd of oglers assembled near the lobby door. After an hour of waiting, His Highness finally appeared. Dressed in a flowing robe and headdress, he stepped from a limousine with his entourage and was whisked away by a team of hotel managers. 

Later, I learned that the Prime Minister and his staff took 49 rooms, including the Emperor's suite which cost nearly $13,000 per night. 

I wonder if he got the weekend rate.

Elliott Hester has given up his day job to travel around the world for one year. His dispatches appear regularly in Travel. 

Next stop: Bangkok, Thailand. 

Contact Elliott at megoglobal@hotmail.com or visit www.elliotthester.com