Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Weifang's Prosperous City Hotel!
Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Weifang's Prosperous City Hotel! - A Review (With a Whole Lot of Honesty)
Okay, folks, buckle up. Because I just got back from Weifang's Prosperous City Hotel, and let me tell you, "unbelievable luxury" is… well, it's a claim, isn't it? Let's unpack this thing, shall we? My experience was… interesting. And by interesting, I mean I will share every single thing, good bad and…well, ok.
First Impressions (Accessibility and the "Welcome wagon")
Right off the bat, the hotel tries really hard on the accessibility front. We're talking elevator (a HUGE plus). The wheelchair access seems promising. I didn’t have my wheelchair handy (thankfully), but I noticed plenty of ramps and what looked like accessible rooms. Big thumbs up for that!
But… (and there's always a "but," isn't there?) - the entrance was a bit… much. Very gold. Very shiny. I felt like I was entering a pharaoh's tomb. And a tad confusing in its layout.
Connecting to the World (Internet and, You Know, Life)
Let's face it, a good internet connection is crucial. And the Prosperous City Hotel delivers – mostly. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms is a godsend, seriously. I could actually work. They also have Internet [LAN], which, for those old-school types, is a nice touch. Wi-Fi in public areas worked fine, but the lobby was a little slow, kind of like the waitstaff for my first drink (more on that later).
Things To Do (Because You Can't Just Sit in the Room All Day, Can You?)
Alright, so you're in sunny Weifang. What to do? Well, the hotel does offer a ton. Actually, too much probably. The fitness center was decent… if you're into the whole running-on-a-treadmill-while-staring-at-the-wall thing. They have a pool with a view which is beautiful. Then there is more of this.
- Spa/sauna, steamroom: These were actually pretty good, and quite clean.
- Massage: I took advantage, and it was, well, it was definitely a massage. Not the most luxurious experience. It did the job!
- There is an Indoor venue for special events.
Cleanliness and Safety (The Big Question, Especially Now)
Covid-19 era? I'm always looking for this. And I was cautiously optimistic here. They try. They talk the talk. Anti-viral cleaning products, check. Daily disinfection in common areas, supposedly, check. Staff trained in safety protocol, I think they were! Hand sanitizer everywhere, fantastic. But there was no real sense of this. They have all these things but the staff just looked tired.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Fueling the Journey)
This is where things got… interesting. Let's take a breath.
- Restaurants: There are many. Asian cuisine, international cuisine. I tried the Western cuisine one for breakfast.
- Breakfast [buffet]: A buffet, in a hotel. The buffet, however, was a sight to behold. Or rather, a sight to be avoided first thing in the morning. It was a weird mixture of western and eastern fare.
- Coffee shop: The coffee shop offered a decent cup of coffee which was needed.
- Bar: The bar…well, the bar was my first problem in this hotel. I wanted a beer. It took an eternity. They were understaffed.
Services and Conveniences (The Nitty-Gritty)
- Concierge: The concierge was a bit clueless.
- Room service [24-hour]: A real lifesaver, especially after that beer-wait!
- Facilities for disabled guests: Good on them for actually providing a nice experience.
- Laundry service: Okay, but expensive.
- Dry cleaning: Available.
In-Room Awesomeness (Or Not)
- Air conditioning: Essential. Worked great.
- Complimentary tea: A nice touch!
- Free bottled water: Always appreciated.
- Seating area: Comfy.
- Bathroom phone: Why?
- Blackout curtains: A must for a good night's sleep.
- Internet access – wireless: Essential.
- Smoke detector: Glad it's there!
- Soundproofing: Probably could've used some.
For the Kids (Happy Families)
- Babysitting service might provide a convenient option.
- Family/child friendly: They try, but the hotel is quite large.
Getting Around (On Your Own Two Feet, or Otherwise)
- Airport transfer: Convenient, but pricier than a taxi.
- Car park [free of charge]: Always a bonus.
- Taxi service: Available.
My Biggest Takeaway:
The Prosperous City Hotel is trying VERY hard. It has all the elements of a top-tier hotel, but somehow, it feels a little…clunky? The staff are trying (bless them!), but there's a lack of polish.
BUT!
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Why?
Because I know exactly what you're getting into.
Let's Be Honest:
It's not perfect. But if you’re looking for a mostly-accessible hotel with all the basics, a decent spa, and a place to rest your head, this could be it. This hotel has good intentions! You could have a good time.
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Escape to Paradise: Douangpraseuth Hotel, Vientiane's Hidden Gem
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into my chaotic, opinionated, and probably slightly disastrous itinerary for… drumroll please… The Prosperous City Hotel in Weifang, China! Buckle up, because this is gonna be less "smooth sailing" and more "navigating a rogue wave of dumplings and jet lag."
Day 1: Arrival and Initial Panic (or, "Where Are My Slippers?!")
- Morning (or what passes for morning after a 14-hour flight): Landed in Weifang. The airport? Let's just say it had a certain… charm. Charm comprised mostly of persistent announcements in rapid-fire Mandarin, which, sadly, my Rosetta Stone app hadn't quite prepared me for. The taxi ride to the hotel was a whirlwind of honking, scooters defying gravity, and a creeping sense of "What have I gotten myself into?"
- Mid-morning: Arrived at The Prosperous City Hotel. First impressions? Grand. Almost too grand. Lobby the size of a small aircraft hangar, chandeliers that could swallow a small car whole. Immediately, the jetlag hit me like a ton of bricks. Checked in, got my room key, and immediately began the scavenger hunt for my luggage. Found it! And then… disaster. No slippers! The website promised slippers! This is a crisis! After a quick call to the front desk (thank god for helpful staff), I was able to locate a set of questionable slippers in my size.
- Lunch: Fumbling around the city looking for lunch. Found a small dumpling restaurant and accidentally ordered something that resembled a deep-fried brick covered in chili oil. My mouth is still on fire, it was a complete error, but it was absolutely delicious.
- Afternoon: Forced myself to 'explore'. It was a struggle because of jet lag. Walked through the hotel's gardens, which offered me a moment of peace. Had a small breakdown in the hotel lobby. Cried because I missed my cat.
- Evening: Ate dinner. The food was…interesting. So much food. Too much food. Went to bed at like 6 PM, and woke up at midnight, wide awake. Then, I just watched the TV.
Day 2: The Great Massage Debacle and My Love/Hate Relationship with Noodles
- Morning: Decided I needed a massage. Booked one through the hotel spa. It. Was. Intense. Picture this: a tiny, incredibly strong woman kneading my muscles with the force of a small earthquake. I think I actually levitated a few times. My body felt simultaneously amazing and…well, like it had been through a blender.
- Lunch: Found another noodle place. This time, ordered something with actual vegetables. Success! I'm starting to think noodles are the backbone of Weifang’s cuisine. Ate enough noodles to survive the apocalypse (or at least another day). A random woman kept staring at me while I was eating. I suspect she was wondering how anyone could eat so many noodles. I don't know.
- Afternoon: Attempted to visit the Kite Museum. Got lost. Took a wrong turn. Ended up in a bustling market filled with… everything. Smells, sounds, sights…it was a sensory overload, in a good way. Bought a souvenir, a bizarrely shaped ceramic teapot, that I have no idea what to do with.
- Evening: Dinner at the hotel restaurant. Tried to order something simple, ended up with a plate of something I couldn't identify, but contained meat, rice, and what I'm pretty sure was some sort of pickled…thing. Surprisingly delicious. The waiter kept trying to teach me Mandarin phrases. I can now say “I am very full” and “Where are the toilets?” with perfect pronunciation!
Day 3: Kites, Regret, and the Quest for Coffee (Or, "Where's the Caffeine?")
- Morning: Finally made it to the Kite Museum! The kites were beautiful, massive, and intricate. I'm pretty sure I saw one that looked like a giant, angry dragon. Amazing. Afterwards, spent way too much time in the gift shop and bought a kite that I have absolutely no practical use for.
- Lunch: The coffee situation. Let me tell you, finding decent coffee in Weifang is a quest worthy of Indiana Jones. The hotel coffee was…sad. Ordered room service, and it was like drinking lukewarm, brown water. My head felt like it was going to explode. The only thing that saved me was instant coffee with a lot of sugar.
- Afternoon: I found a street with a coffee shop, and I knew it was going to be my savior. I don't know how long I've been traveling for because I really do like street coffee.
- Evening: Packing and realizing I'm going home. It was a great trip. Even if I was completely hopeless.
Reflections (or, "What I Learned From My Completely Unorganized Adventure")
- Embrace the chaos: Things will go wrong. You'll get lost. You'll order something that makes your taste buds revolt. It's okay. That’s part of the adventure.
- Learn a few basic Mandarin phrases: Trust me, it helps (even if you just know where the bathrooms are).
- Pack extra socks: You will need them. (And maybe an extra pair of slippers.)
- Don’t fear the noodles: They are your friend. And they're everywhere.
- Be prepared to be surprised: Weifang is full of them.
Would I go back? Absolutely. Flaws and all, this trip was unforgettable. The Prosperous City Hotel? Well, it has its quirks, but it was a good base camp for my chaotic explorations. Now, where did I put that ceramic teapot? Wish me luck getting it home…and fitting it in my suitcase. Wish me luck!
Escape to Paradise: Luxury Merrow Cottages in the Dandenong Ranges
So, what *is* this whole FAQ thing anyway? Like, seriously?
Ugh, don't even get me started. Okay, fine. Here's the deal. FAQs, or Frequently Asked Questions, are supposed to be about answering the things people *actually* wonder about. The bread and butter of, well, *knowing* stuff. But, in reality, they're often just a polite way of saying, "Hey, we think you're dumb, so we pre-chewed the information for you." No offense, I'm just saying. I've got a bone to pick with the whole system, really. Like... does anyone *actually* read these things? My experience is, folks just kinda click till they get it and then start scrolling, right?
Okay, but why are *you* doing an FAQ? Seems kinda meta, no?
Because! Because I felt like it! And also, because somewhere, deep down, I'm a glutton for punishment. And because I *suspect* people actually *do* have questions. Okay, maybe it's just *one* question, like, "What's wrong with them?" when they're reading this (good question!). But hey, here we are! So, yes, meta. And... maybe a little bit self-indulgent. Sue me! (Please don't, I'm broke).
Can you actually, you know, *answer* questions?
Well, that depends on what you call "answering." I think so. I've had a few successes in my time... though my batting average isn't exactly hall-of-fame material if you know what I mean. Sometimes I'm like a quirky, slightly-unhinged oracle. Other times, I’m just babbling nonsense. It's a gamble. But hey, at least it's entertaining, right? Hopefully. I actually had a dream last night I was trying to answer a really simple question – what's your favorite color? – and I went on like a 15-minute rant about the societal implications of blue crayons versus cerulean... it was mortifying. So, take it with a grain of salt. And maybe a large glass of wine (for me, not you… although…).
Alright, let's get specific. Like, what kind of questions WILL you actually tackle?
Ooh, toughie. I'm gonna go for pretty much anything. But just so's you know, I'm not a doctor, a lawyer, or a rocket scientist. So if you ask me about brain surgery or the intricacies of tax law or how to get to Mars... well, you're going to be sorely disappointed. BUT, I *can* offer my opinions on… pretty much everything else. Why I chose my cat’s name? Ask away! The pros and cons of pineapple on pizza? I'm *there*. My deepest regrets about the time I accidentally wore two different shoes to a conference? Coming right up. I *live* for the juicy stuff. Anything that lets me go on a bit of a glorious rant. Really, the more absurd and the better – I am a firm believer in the wisdom of the masses (and myself). I think I am a bit of a sage, actually. A bit of a mess, but a sage nonetheless.
What, like, what SHOULD I expect from you?
Expect the unexpected! Okay, actually... expect a healthy dose of sarcasm. Expect a few tangents. Expect… some honesty, maybe a little too much. Expect me to completely contradict myself, probably in the same sentence. Expect a *lot* of stream-of-consciousness. Expect a whole lot of *me*. I'm not going to lie, I might get off track, and I promise I won't be afraid to express my feelings. I'm like a human rollercoaster. You may feel like you’ve been dumped out on the floor by the time a question is answered, but that's part of the charm! (I hope.)
Are you going to share… personal stuff? Like, actual experiences?
Oh, honey, buckle up. Because, YES. I'm an open book. An overly-honest, possibly slightly-traumatized one. I might share every last thing, right down to the embarrassing details. I think it's called 'Over-sharing' now, but I call it ‘Storytelling.’ For instance… there was the time I tried to bake a cake for my ex's (now ex, thank GOD) birthday. It started off well, a simple recipe, vanilla cake, frosting… seemed easy enough. Until the oven exploded. I mean, literally. The oven door flew off. Cake ingredients *everywhere*. And my ex, standing there, covered in a mixture of flour and something that looked suspiciously like motor oil, staring at me like I'd personally destroyed his entire childhood. It was magnificent. (The mess, not the relationship. The relationship was terrible). That was fun. That was... experience. I'm ready for more, I think… I'm lying. I'm kind of terrified. But yes, I will share. Bring on the juicy details!
Okay. Let's say I'm totally confused by something you said (which is, admittedly, probable). Can I ask you to explain it?
Absolutely! Please, by all means, *do* ask! If I've lost you (and, again, that's a distinct possibility), poke me with a follow-up question. I *love* clarifications. It means I get to keep rambling. I'm like a verbal toddler: I need to ask ‘why?’ about *everything*. Plus, sometimes, in the act of explaining myself, I might actually *get* myself. So, yeah, question away. Just... be prepared for another wall of text. And maybe some more tangents. And probably some more self-deprecation. But at least *maybe*, you'll get some answers.
What if I have a *really* specific question? Something, you know, not on the typical FAQ list?
BRING IT ON! The more specific, the better. In fact, the more obscure, the more *thrilled* I will be. Because, honestly, basic is boring. I revel in the unexpected, the niche, the stuff nobody else cares about. Hit me with your weirdest thought. Your most outlandish theory. If you have a question about the mating rituals of the lesser-spotted newt, I'm your gal (okay, maybe I'll Google it, but still!). If it’s about the history of the spork, sign me up! I live to learn. And to share. And to make things as difficult as possible for everyone involved.
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