Hotelmoon Seven Stars Bay
Seventh Star Bay Water Moon Sea‑View Resort, located at No. 58 Qixing St., Da‑Han Village, Xincheng Township, Hualien 97143, Taiwan, offers rooms with ocean scenery and an on‑site SPA, complimentary breakfast and shuttle service for guests.
Hotel Info
- Address 97143台灣花蓮縣新城鄉大漢村七星街58號
- Phone +886 3 823 0600
- Rating · Source: Google ↗
- Website
FAQ
Where is the hotel located?
The hotel is located at No. 58, Qixing St., Xincheng Township, Hualien County 97143, Taiwan.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA/官方) | 97143台灣花蓮縣新城鄉大漢村七星街58號
Does the hotel provide transportation services?
Yes, the hotel offers shuttle services.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA/官方) | 接駁
Are there wellness facilities available at the hotel?
Yes, the hotel features a SPA.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA/官方) | SPA
Is breakfast included with the stay?
Yes, breakfast is provided.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA/官方) | 早餐
Does the hotel offer rooms with a view?
Yes, the hotel features scenic views.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA/官方) | 景觀
Stay Articles
The way the light hit the blue curtains at 6am
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The way the light held us at four o'clock
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The way the light hits the carpet at six in the morning
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The way the blue light lingered on the curtains
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The blue that stayed behind the eyelids
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The salt on the skin and the sound of a closing door
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Tangled Towels and the Scent of Salt
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The salt on our skin, and the blue that wouldn't end
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The way the salt air clings to the curtains
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The Silence Between the Question and the Answer
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The Blue That Bleeds Into the Sheets
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The salt on our lips before the sun rose
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