Sunrise Hot Spring Resort
A Japanese-style hot spring resort in Taian, named after the stunning sunrise views. Features a Japanese garden and multiple open-air hot spring pools with alkaline sodium bicarbonate water. Cypress-wood rooms exude a subtle woody fragrance, lulling guests to sleep in nature's aroma.
Hotel Info
- Address 365台灣苗栗縣泰安鄉錦水村錦水村橫龍山34號
- Phone +886 37 941 988
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Stay Articles
Two Arrivals, One Doorstep
I remember the air smelling of damp cedar and a ghostly, tropical sweetness. The room felt like a misplaced piece of Bal…
The Measured Valleys of a Suite
In our room at Sunrise Hot Spring Resort, the space between us felt like a living thing, shifting with every breath. The…
Why gather the whole tribe in a mountain forest?
Family travel is often a puzzle of warped pieces, a series of small, overlapping crises managed with love. We arrived at…
A Tropical Detour in the Chill
The Frictionless Truth. We learned that bicarbonate beauty water is less of a spa treatment and more of a physical hazar…
The Scent of Damp Cedar
A single monkey's call echoing through the steam.…
4 PM, the rain arriving with a sudden scent of crushed grass
We arrived just as the June sky broke, a heavy, sudden downpour that turned the Miaoli mountains into a wall of deep, sa…
The Golden Hue of a Mountain Morning
The sweet potato porridge arrived in a bowl that felt heavy and honest, its steam curling like mountain mist against the…
Four Summer Experiments in the Highlands
The Bali Illusion. We bet the tropical architecture would feel misplaced in the Miaoli highlands, but the sight of cocon…
The Paradox of Highland Palms
We arrived as the September air began to hold a certain crispness, a sudden inhalation that felt like drinking cold wate…
One Arrival, Two Different Worlds
I still can't get over the bet. Seeing the Bali-inspired architecture of Sunrise Hot Spring Resort nestled in the Miaoli…
The Symphony of Suitcases and Cedar
We arrived at Sunrise Hot Spring Resort in a state of organized collapse, the car vibrating with the frantic energy that…
The youngest asked if the water was made of soap, his voice echoing in the tiled space. He spent nearly an hour chasing the invisible, effervescent bubbles of the carbonated spring, his small hands sl
The youngest asked if the water was made of soap, his voice echoing in the tiled space. He spent nearly an hour chasing …