Farglory Hotel Hualien
Located at No. 18 Shaling, Yanliao Village, Shoufeng Township, Hualien, Taiwan, the Hualien Far Eastern Yuet Lai Grand Hotel offers a restaurant, bar, coffee lounge, shuttle service and meeting rooms for business travelers.
Hotel Info
- Address 974台灣花蓮縣壽豐鄉鹽寮村山嶺18號
- Phone +886 3 812 3999
- Rating · Source: Google ↗
- Website
FAQ
Where is the hotel located?
The hotel is located at No. 18, Shanling, Yanliao Village, Shoufeng Township, Hualien County 974, Taiwan.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA/官方) | 974台灣花蓮縣壽豐鄉鹽寮村山嶺18號
Are there dining options available at the hotel?
Yes, the hotel features a restaurant, a bar, and a coffee shop.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA/官方) | 餐廳、酒吧、咖啡
Does the hotel provide transportation services?
Yes, the hotel offers shuttle services.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA/官方) | 接駁
Can I host a business event at the hotel?
Yes, the hotel provides meeting facilities.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA/官方) | 會議
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