Classic Hotel Hualien
經典假日飯店 in Hualien, Taiwan, offers free WiFi, breakfast, and parking at 國聯五路139號. A practical choice for travelers.
Hotel Info
- Address 97050台灣花蓮縣花蓮市國聯里國聯五路139號
- Phone +886 3 835 9966
- Rating · Source: Google ↗
- Website
FAQ
Does the hotel provide internet access?
Yes, the hotel offers free WiFi for guests.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 免費WiFi
Is breakfast included during my stay?
Yes, breakfast is provided by the hotel.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 早餐
Is there a place to park my vehicle at the hotel?
Yes, the hotel has a parking lot available.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 停車場
Where is the hotel located?
The hotel is located at No. 139, Guolian 5th Road, Guolian Li, Hualien City, Hualien County 97050, Taiwan.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 97050台灣花蓮縣花蓮市國聯里國聯五路139號
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