Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Hanting Hotel Taiyuan - Wanda Plaza Perfection!
Unbelievable? Maybe. Luxury Awaits at Hanting Hotel Taiyuan - Wanda Plaza? Let's Dive In! (A Messy, Honest Review)
Alright, folks, buckle up because I'm about to spill the tea, the coffee, and maybe even a little bit of my room service miso soup on the Hanting Hotel Taiyuan – Wanda Plaza. The name alone is a mouthful, promising luxury, which, let's be honest, I was both excited for and a little skeptical about. I've been burned by promise-filled hotel names before. But hey, Wanda Plaza, right? Shiny, modern, probably a whole lotta… stuff.
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Getting There & Accessibility - Or, How I Almost Face-Planted in the Lobby
First up, Accessibility. This is a big one for me, as I'm not exactly a graceful swan. The lobby was… well, it was vast. And shiny. Too shiny, if you ask me. It was like walking into a disco ball factory, and I almost ate it on the polished floor. Thankfully, there were elevators – essential for my two left feet and my luggage. They also listed facilities for disabled guests, but during my stay, I didn't specifically test those out. I’m more of a "hope for the best and wing it" kind of traveler. But the sheer size of the place suggested it should be pretty accommodating.
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The Room – My Fortress of Solitude (and Free Wi-Fi!)
Okay, the room. It was… okay. Clean. Really, really clean. Almost sterile, which, in the current climate of… well, everything… is kinda reassuring. Everything was there: air conditioning, a desk (essential for pretending to work when I'm really just scrolling through TikTok), a mini bar (always a plus), and the all-important free Wi-Fi. Thank the gods for Wi-Fi [free]!. And the Internet access – wireless worked beautifully. I mean, I was able to stream that terrible rom-com I'd been putting off.
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The blackout curtains were a godsend for battling jet lag. Seriously, I've faced sunrises that felt like an invasion before, but these curtains were like a dark, comforting hug. They were a lifesaver.
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I’m also slightly obsessed with bathrooms. The bathroom was… functional. It had a separate shower/bathtub, which is always a win. Clean, again. Though, I noticed the towels were a little…thin. Slightly disappointed there. But, the slippers were a nice touch!
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Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – The Never-Ending Quest for Food
Alright, let's talk about the food. This is where things got… interesting. The hotel boasts a variety of restaurants. The main one served an Asian breakfast, which was a mixed bag. Some days, the congee was heavenly. Other days, it felt like wallpaper paste. There was also a buffet in restaurant, which offered an array of options, but it wasn't exactly the gourmet experience I'd hoped for based on the "Unbelievable Luxury" promise.
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I did try the room service [24-hour] one night, desperate for a late-night snack. I ordered some salad in restaurant, and a burger… and it was… fine. Honestly, after a long day of wandering around, anything warm is a victory. I was thankful for the bottle of water that came with it.
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There's a coffee shop in the lobby, which was a lifesaver. And occasionally, they offered desserts in restaurant, but I was too stuffed to try them. There was also a bar, which I did not visit because my social battery only has so much charge.
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Things to Do (or, How I Spent My Time Trying to Relax)
The hotel has a fitness center, and I did bravely venture in there one morning. It was… well-equipped. I may have spent most of the time staring at the Pool with view, fantasizing about taking a dip instead of actually exercising.
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They also had a spa/sauna. I got the Body scrub, which was divine! Truly, someone scrubbing away the stresses of life is a good thing! Then went through the sauna. It was glorious!
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I found the massage a bit underwhelming, and this is where the cracks in the "unbelievable" facade started to show. It wasn't bad. It just… wasn't what I hoped for. Overall, the wellness offerings were enjoyable but not particularly memorable.
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Cleanliness and Safety – Sanitized or Over-Sanitized?
Okay, in the age of… well, you know… cleanliness is everything. The Hanting Hotel seemed to take this very seriously. They had things like anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, hand sanitizer everywhere, and signs reminding you to wash your… well, everything.
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The staff were noticeably vigilant about following safety protocols; I did see staff trained in safety protocol
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They also offered room sanitization opt-out available, which I appreciated. Knowing I had the choice to opt-out really made the place feel less sterile – and perhaps more like a home.
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I mean, everything was sparkling, maybe a little too sparkling. It felt a bit like I was living in a lab, which I guess is reassuring in the current climate.
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Services and Conveniences – The Extras and the Not-So-Extras
The hotel offered a whole bunch of services: concierge, laundry service, currency exchange, dry cleaning, the usual suspects. It's pretty standard, but the convenience is always nice.
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I found the whole system to be efficient; they had contactless check-in/out, which helped a lot after a long flight.
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I did not try the babysitting service, or the kids facilities (duh).
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Getting Around – A Taxi is Your Friend!
The hotel offered airport transfer, which I recommend. Getting a taxi in China isn't always the easiest, and the airport is a bit of a trek. Also, they had car park [free of charge], which is always a bonus.
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The Verdict – Unbelievable? Maybe Not. Decent, Yes.
So, was the Hanting Hotel Taiyuan – Wanda Plaza “unbelievable?” Eh, not quite. But it was a perfectly acceptable hotel, well-located, clean and the spa was definitely a highlight. It wasn’t a slam-dunk luxury experience, but it did provide a comfortable stay, especially considering the location and price. I would stay again, but I'd probably lower my expectations a little bit.
Final Rating: 3.5 out of 5 Stars. Solid, but not spectacular. And that spa body scrub? Worth it.
Shanghai's BEST Kept Secret Hotel Near Anting Auto City!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your sanitized, Instagram-perfect travel itinerary. This is me, raw, vulnerable, and probably slightly jet-lagged, attempting to wrangle a trip to Taiyuan, China, with the Hanting Hotel at Taiyuan Jiefang Road Wanda Plaza as my anchor. Prepare for turbulence.
Day 1: Arrival – The Great Noodles of Doom (and Doubt)
- Morning (6:00 AM Beijing Time, which felt like 3:00 AM my time - UGH): Land at Taiyuan Wusu International Airport. Okay, first impressions… the air is… different. Not bad, not good, just… different. I feel a pang of "what have I gotten myself into?" followed by the usual scramble for my luggage. Found it! Victory! Now to find a taxi. Pray for me.
- Morning (7:30 AM): Taxi ride to the Hanting Hotel at the Wanda Plaza. The driver seems to be auditioning for a rally driver role, but hey, we made it! Entering the hotel… clean. Efficient. Blandly pleasant. My room's a shoebox, but hey, it’s a bed and a bathroom and hopefully doesn’t have any unwanted guests (like a cockroach the size of a small dog).
- Morning/Afternoon (9:00 AM - 2:00 PM): The great noodle hunt begins. Okay, I’ve heard about Shanxi noodles, how legendary they are. I’m pumped. Leaving the hotel, I'm immediately hit with the glorious chaos of Taiyuan. The smells! The crowds! The relentless honking! After a bit of wandering around near the Wanda Plaza and getting increasingly lost (thanks, Google Maps), I stumble upon a hole-in-the-wall noodle shop. The aroma is intoxicating. I point, I gesture (my Mandarin is, shall we say, nascent), and I'm presented with a steaming bowl of… something. Thick, chewy noodles in a spicy, savory broth. And oh. My. God. It's the best thing I’ve ever eaten. No exaggeration. I literally, audibly moaned. I could feel my taste buds doing the samba. This, people, is why I travel. This is why I put up with the jet lag and the questionable tap water. This bowl of noodles justified the entire trip in the first hour. I devoured the whole thing, wiping my face, happy.
- Afternoon (2:30 PM - 4:00 PM): Post-noodle bliss. Stroll around the Wanda Plaza. It’s full of shops, restaurants, and people, but right now, I'm in a total noodle coma. I buy a bottle of water and wander, looking for a place to sit and digest. My brain is still processing the noodle explosion. Consider a nap, but the jet lag is playing tricks.
- Evening (6:00 PM - 8:00 PM): Dinner at a restaurant near the hotel, still riding the noodle high. This time, I attempt to order something else. Managed to get a dish of stir-fried vegetables and rice. Not as life-altering as the noodles, but I can’t complain. The locals give me a look of amusement at my clumsy chopstick skills.
- Evening (8:00 PM onwards): Collapse in bed. Check emails. Wonder if I’ll ever adjust to the time change. The bed is a little firm, the pillows are thin, but the thought of those noodles is definitely encouraging me to sleep well and get more of them tomorrow:
Day 2: Temples, Temples Everywhere (and a Near Disaster at a Tea House)
- Morning (8:00 AM): Breakfast at the hotel. The buffet is… adequate. Lots of congee. Lots of things I can’t identify. I stick to the familiar - hard-boiled eggs, toast, and (thankfully) coffee. Start to get my bearings, and finally, I attempt to navigate public transport to a few of the local sights.
- Morning (9:30 AM - 12:00 PM): Visit the Jinci Temple. The temple is beautiful, a sprawling complex of intricate wooden buildings and quiet courtyards. I wander around in a daze of awe, trying to soak in all the history and beauty. There were so many things, and the ancient trees were truly impressive. It's a nice way to get out of the city traffic. I stumble through the gardens, snapping photos, feeling profoundly insignificant in the face of centuries of history. This is the moment when travel makes me feel the most alive.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 1:30 PM): Lunch near the temple. More noodles (duh!). This time, I feel a little more confident in my ordering abilities. I think I successfully got a slightly different kind of noodle.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Attempt a visit to the Shanxi Museum, but I get sidetracked while out in the sun. The heat's getting to me. I'm sweating through my shirt, and I feel a sudden, overwhelming urge for tea. This is where things nearly went south.
- Afternoon (4:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Tea Time! I find a traditional tea house, excited for a relaxing respite. I order tea (hopefully the correct one!). The tea is served. So far, so good. Then, I spill my tea… everywhere. All over the table, all over myself. The tea house staff are incredibly gracious, which I almost don't deserve. They help me clean up the mess, and I end up feeling incredibly, embarrassingly apologetic. I quickly retreat, feeling like a total klutz, and slightly less inclined to explore any more temples.
- Evening (6:00 PM - 8:00 PM): Dinner. Venture back into the restaurant near the hotel. I attempt to go for something safer this time. I get some dumplings. They're delicious and comforting.
- Evening (8:00 PM onwards): Back to the hotel. Netflix and crash. Jet lag intensifying. The tea house incident looms in my memory. The city noise keeps me awake. I’m beginning to feel the weight of being so far away from home.
Day 3: Wandering and Wonders (Or, the Case of the Missed Train)
- Morning (9:00 AM): Sleep in! (Finally!) Try to plan for the day. I decide to try to see the Shuangta Temple. The plan: wake up, have breakfast, take the bus, do the temple thing, and head back to the hotel.
- Morning (10:00 AM) - Noon: Successfully took the bus, and visited the Shuangta Temple. The temple is another beautiful site, this time with two prominent pagodas that dominate the skyline. I wander around the gardens, breathing in the fresh(ish) air. It's another moment to stop and reflect on how different life in this part of the world is from my own.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Rush back to the hotel. Pack my stuff. The last day, and I feel like I'm just beginning to understand Taiyuan.
- Afternoon (2:30 PM - 4:00 PM): Disaster strikes. I’m supposed to be going on a train to another city. I get to the train station… too late! I missed the train! I frantically try to figure out what to do. There are tears, and shouting (on my part, mostly). I have to change plans. This is the moment that makes me want to give up on solo travel (but I won't).
- Afternoon (4:00 PM - 6:00 PM): After a bit of a meltdown, I'm back at the Hanting. I check into a new room. All plans are off. I may stay here for the rest of the time.
- Evening (6:00 PM - 8:00 PM): Dinner near the hotel. This time, I find a restaurant that serves a hot pot. It's delicious.
- Evening (8:00 PM onwards): Netflix. The final night. Tomorrow, I will leave Taiyuan. I sit in the hotel room, replaying the tea house incident, the missed train, and my noodle encounters. Looking back, I can't believe how much of the culture I've absorbed. I’m tired, slightly defeated, and definitely not ready to leave.
- The next day: Leave for the airport. The air smells different.
Final Thoughts:
Taiyuan, you weird, wonderful, chaotic city. You nearly broke me with your noodles (and the heat and the missed trains and the tea). But I also loved you. I loved the energy, the food, and the complete lack of pretense. I’m leaving with a full stomach, a slightly bruised ego, and a collection of memories that will continue to surprise me for years to come. And those noodles… I’ll be dreaming about them.
See ya later, Taiyuan! (And maybe next time, I'll get my act together.)
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Okay, Wanderer, Spill the Tea: Is This Hotel REALLY as "Unbelievable Luxury" as the Headline Screams?
Alright, alright, settle down, you eager beavers. "Unbelievable Luxury"... that's a *stretch*. Let's just say my expectations, fueled by the Wanda Plaza proximity and the promise of… well, *something* fancy, were maybe a tad HIGH. It wasn't *atrocious*, mind you. The lobby glittered. Seriously, it practically sparkled. Like, I’m talking Vegas showroom dazzling. First impressions? Solid. Except… the elevator music was… *questionable*. Like, elevator Muzak on a loop, designed specifically to burrow into your brain and refuse to leave. I swear, I still hear it sometimes when I close my eyes. That's a problem, trust me.
The Room: Was it Glamorous or Just… a Hotel Room? Tell Us EVERYTHING.
The room… okay, the room was… adequate. Clean. Which is a HUGE win, let's be honest. Taiyuan isn't exactly London, you know? I appreciate clean. The bed? Comfy enough. Not *cloud-nine* comfy, more like… *contented-afternoon-nap* comfy. The view? Uhh, depends. I got the, let's call it, "Wanda Plaza Adjacent" view. Which is less "breathtaking landscapes" and more "concrete jungle with flashing neon signs." But hey, convenience, right? Getting late-night noodles after that long day of sightseeing was pure bliss. No judgment. But let's not pretend it was some kind of architectural masterpiece. The kind of room where you'd actually want to hang out, and not just crash in.
Oh! And the bathroom… the bathroom was… well, it had a shower. It worked. The water got hot. That’s really all that matters, isn't it? Don't get me started on the hairdryer. It was like a rogue wind tunnel. My hair looked like I stuck my head in a hurricane.
Wanda Plaza! The Reason You're There, Right? How Convenient WAS it, REALLY?
Oh, the Wanda Plaza. The siren song that lured me to this particular hotel. The convenience? *Glorious*. I'm talking stumbling-out-of-bed-for-instant-noodles-and-retail-therapy glorious. Seriously, I think I spent half my waking hours inside that mall. Food, shops, a cinema… you name it, Wanda Plaza had it. Need a new phone charger? Wanda Plaza. Want to practice your awful karaoke skills? Wanda Plaza. Feeling the existential dread of being a tourist in a new country? Wanda Plaza (and a large serving of ice cream). It was *perfect* for those late afternoon strolls to get away from the tiny hotel room.
Let’s talk staff. Were they saints, or did you encounter some… *interesting* interactions?
Ah, the staff. Okay. They were… trying. Really, truly trying. English wasn't their strongest suit, bless 'em. Cue frantic pointing, Google Translate, and a lot of smiling. Which, honestly, is fine! I mean, I’m a terrible mandarin speaker, so, who am I to judge? One time, though… I tried to order room service. It was a *journey*. I ended up with… something. I'm still not entirely sure what it was, but it was edible, so a win in my book! Another time, I got locked in the bathroom. Yes, really. Had to call the front desk, through a crack under the door. Mortifying. They eventually freed me, though. So, mostly okay. Just… a little chaotic. It adds character to the experience. Right? RIGHT?!
The Elevator Music… It STILL Haunts You? Details, Please!
Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. THE ELEVATOR MUSIC. It was… a crime against humanity. I'm not just talking about the genre. It was what I can only describe as a “soundscape of existential dread”. Imagine elevator versions of the most annoying songs you can think of, repeated on an endless loop. Like, 10 minutes of "elevator music" on repeat. Then, reset. Seriously, I think it imprinted on my brain. I now involuntarily hum variations of it. It was like, I’d get in the lift, happy as Larry, ready for a great day, and *BOOM* the music would start, and I’d want to cry. It’s a war crime, I tell you. A WAR CRIME.
Would you stay again? Be honest!
…Honestly? Yeah, probably. Look, it wasn't perfect. Far from it. But the location? Unbeatable. The price? Reasonable. Clean room, hot water, and immediate access to a giant mall? Sign me up! Plus, the sheer *experience* of it all… the slightly-too-loud aircon, the mysterious room service, the ever-present elevator music… it became part of the charm. So, yeah. I'd do it again. But next time, I'm bringing noise-canceling headphones. And maybe a hazmat suit, just in case.
