Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Elan Inn Jingpin, Quanzhou's Hidden Gem!
Unbelievable Luxury Awaits…Or Does It? Elan Inn Jingpin, Quanzhou: A Review From Someone Who Actually Stayed There (And Survived!)
Okay, so I just got back from Elan Inn Jingpin in Quanzhou, and let me tell you, the "Unbelievable Luxury" part of their tagline? That's… debatable. But hey, that's half the fun, right? Buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your average sterile hotel review. We're diving deep, imperfections and all.
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First Impressions: The Arrival (A Bit of a Rollercoaster)
Getting to the Elan Inn Jingpin was relatively painless, thankfully. The airport transfer I arranged worked like a charm, which was a relief after a 14-hour flight. (Thankfully, I'm guessing you can also find Taxi Service, and Airport Transfer options. Oh, and they have Valet Parking if you're rolling in something fancy). First impressions? The lobby was… grand. Think marble, chandeliers, enough space to land a small helicopter. Made a great first impression. Doorman was helpful with bags. The Front Desk [24-hour] staff seemed friendly enough.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag (Like My Life Choices Apparently)
Now, I can't speak for everyone, as it looks like they claim to have Facilities for disabled guests. What I can tell you is that there's an Elevator, which scores major points for accessibility, and they seem to have thought about Facilities for disabled guests…But I didn’t see that, so I cannot say.
Rooms: (A Little Too) Much Space, Maybe?
Okay, the room. I booked a "deluxe" whatever, and it was… massive. Like, I could have hosted a small wedding in there. Extra long bed? Check. Blackout curtains? Double check. Air Conditioning was a godsend. Wi-Fi [free] worked most of the time, which is more than I can say for my own internet at home. There was a Desk, which came in handy when I needed to write these notes, but I also had a whole Laptop Workspace. I thought about writing but instead, I just stared at the blank page dramatically. Complimentary tea and Free bottled water were a nice touch. The mini bar was well-stocked, but let's be honest, a bottle of water could make me very happy to be in a room. Daily housekeeping kept things tidy, but I swear they moved my socks around.
Room Aesthetics: The Good, The Bad, and the Mystifying
The bathrobes were plush. Slippers? Present and accounted for. The Bathroom itself was a thing of beauty (Separate shower/bathtub! A bathtub!), but the Bathroom phone was either for show or I just couldn't figure it out. It might have been on the shelf of the Additional toilet so that's good. Mirror? Loads of 'em. All angles. The Mirror, it turns out, was a place for me to reflect as I'll admit that the In-room safe box came in handy. I could put my Cash withdrawal stuff in there.
Cleanliness & Safety: Striving for Perfection (Probably)
This is where the Elan Inn Jingpin really shines. They seriously take cleanliness and safety seriously. I saw Staff trained in safety protocol everywhere, and there was Hand sanitizer practically glued to every surface. There was also a First aid kit. It made me feel much better about staying. I noticed Daily disinfection in common areas which really helped. Antiviral cleaning products made me happy, and I believe that there are very many Rooms sanitized between stays.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Adventure…Sometimes
Okay, the food. Let's be honest, this is where things got interesting. The Asian breakfast was… well, it was breakfast. There was a Breakfast [buffet] and an Asian cuisine in restaurant, which was good. Sometimes. The Western breakfast was also available, but let's just say I preferred the Asian fare. There was a Coffee shop if you're craving a latte, and they had a Snack bar, and, you know, the Bottle of water that I mentioned before. The Restaurants were available, including the Buffet in restaurant. They also had a Vegetarian restaurant. The Poolside bar was a nice touch for a drink or two. The Desserts in restaurant were pretty good. They had a special Happy hour, and Coffee/tea in restaurant.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Day Dreams & Gym Realities
This is where the "Unbelievable Luxury" almost lived up to its name. The Spa was lovely. I spent an hour getting a Massage…which was bliss. I never got around to a Body scrub or a Body wrap. But hey, at least I saw them! The Pool with view was amazing. It was honestly the highlight of the trip. The Swimming pool was refreshing. They had a Steamroom and a Sauna to help you relax. And a Foot bath - brilliant! And they had a Gym/fitness for those of you who enjoy being active. I walked in, took one look, and went back to the pool. Because of the Pool with view.
The Imperfect Bits (Because Life Isn't All Sunshine)
- The internet: It worked. Sometimes. Then it wouldn't. Then I'd have to wander around the room looking for a better signal.
- The service: Generally good, but there were a few moments when the language barrier became a comedy of errors. I ordered a coffee, I received… another person's luggage. I'm still not sure what that was about.
- The noise: I'm a light sleeper, and the Soundproof rooms, weren't quite soundproof.
- The food: Did I mention the food? It wasn’t bad, but consistency was a problem.
Overall: Would I Go Back?
You know what? Despite the quirks, the occasional hiccups, and the slight exaggeration of the "luxury" factor, I'd probably go back. The pool alone is worth it. It's not perfect, but it's charming in its own way. And hey, it made for a good story, right? Just remember to bring a good book, a sense of humor, and maybe your own translator app. You'll be fine.
Final Verdict: 4 out of 5 stars (with a slightly raised eyebrow)
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't gonna be one of those pristine, perfectly-packaged travel journals. This is gonna be real. We're talking Elan Inn Jingpin Nan'an Shicaicheng Quanzhou, China, and my brain is already a swirling vortex of excitement, anxiety, and the desperate need for a decent cup of coffee. Let's dive in!
Day 1: Arrival and the Quest for Breakfast (Spoiler: It's a Struggle)
- Morning (or what felt like a morning after a trans-Pacific flight that turned my insides to scrambled eggs): Arrived at Jinjiang Airport (JIN), a place that, bless its heart, felt less like an airport and more like a slightly confused shopping mall with runways. Found a taxi after a brief, panicked moment of "Do I just point at the giant bus over there?" (I didn't, thankfully). The drive to Elan Inn in Nan'an was a blur of speeding scooters, buildings that looked like they were trying to out-architect the sky, and enough honking to make a New Yorker blush.
- Afternoon: Arrived at the Elan Inn (which, let's be real, was about as "Inn" as a Holiday Inn is a medieval castle). Room was… well, it was a room. It had a bed, a window, and a vague odor of… something. I'm attributing it to the local cuisine.
- The Breakfast Debacle: Okay, let's talk food. I'm a foodie, I'm adventurous, I love trying new things. But breakfast? That's sacred ground. I ventured out searching for the holy grail of coffee and, you guessed it, a decent breakfast. First attempt: literally no one spoke a lick of English. I gestured wildly at a suspiciously looking steamed bun and hoped for the best. It was…challenging. Think a doughy, vaguely sweet brick with a filling I couldn't decipher. (Pretty sure it was pork. Or maybe mystery meat!) I ended up surviving on instant noodles from a tiny supermarket down the street. My stomach rumbled in a protest, and I swore to find a decent slice of toast somewhere in this town.
Day 2: Temples, Tea, and a Near-Death Experience (Maybe Exaggerating)
- Morning: Finally, coffee! Found a tiny, slightly dingy coffee shop tucked away. I could practically taste the caffeine before I even ordered. I swear I saw angels singing as I inhaled that first cup. Afterwards, I tackled a temple! The Kaiyuan Temple, a sprawling complex of ancient architecture and incense smoke. The sheer scale of the place was breathtaking. I took a bunch of photos, and attempted to respectfully observe the rituals. I think I may have stepped on someone's prayer mat. Oops. Sorry!
- Afternoon: Tea Ceremony! Found a little tea house that looked promising. I'm no tea expert, but this was an experience. The tea master, a serene woman with eyes that seemed to know the secrets of the universe, guided us through the ceremony. The tea was delicious, the atmosphere calming, I learned how to appreciate the "art of tea" even if I can't tell a pu'er from a green tea at the best of times. It was bliss… until…
- The Great Scooter Gauntlet: Later, I decided to "take a stroll". Or more accurately, to weave my way through the human and scooter gridlock chaos of Quanzhou. I swear, these scooters move like a school of fish, darting and weaving, and seemingly appearing out of nowhere. It was exhilarating and terrifying. Nearly got flattened by a scooter that materialized from behind a dumpling stand. My heart was pounding. My shirt was drenched. I was pretty sure I actually aged five years in those ten minutes.
Day 3: The Stone Carving Showdown (and the Search for a Better Bun)
- Morning: Today was all about Shicaicheng—the Stone Carving City! This place is the reason I came to Nan'an. I spent hours just wandering. The sheer artistry of the carvings was incredible. Statues, reliefs, intricate details carved into everything. I almost lost my mind, running my fingers over the details. I even tried to take a stone carving class, which was a total disaster. Let's just say I’m more of an admirer than a creator of things. I'm pretty sure carved a lump of rock. It looks like a potato with a bad haircut.
- Afternoon: Bun-apalooza Undaunted by yesterday's culinary fiasco, I embarked on a quest for a decent bun. I scoured markets, bakeries, street stalls - everywhere! I pointed, I mimed, I even resorted to drawing a picture of a bun (much to the amusement of several locals). It was a glorious/pathetic display of my limitations. Eventually, and to my utter joy, success! I found one little bakery that served what looked like a simple, fluffy, PERFECTLY baked bun. I ordered two. I ate one on the spot, and I can honestly say it was the highlight of my entire trip.
- Evening: Strolled around the night markets, attempting to navigate the food stalls without accidentally ordering something truly horrifying. Tried some street food (I am not naming the things I ate). I realized that I could actually get used to this place.
Ramblings, Reflections, and Randomly Generated Thoughts:
- The Language Barrier: The language barrier is real, people. But, honestly, it's also kind of beautiful. Charades and universal language of smiles go a long way.
- People are Kind: Seriously. Despite my blunders, the people I've met have been incredibly welcoming, helpful, and patient.
- The Food: It’s a rollercoaster. Some dishes are amazing, others…well, let's just say I always carry a packet of biscuits in my bag.
- The Pace: China is fast. Everything moves quickly. I, on the other hand, was still processing breakfast from yesterday.
- Emotional Breakdown: I miss my cat, my bed, a real shower, and a good book.
- The Elan Inn: Honestly, it's fine. It's a place to rest my weary head. I'm sure they have air con. I'm ignoring the weird noises coming from the pipes..
- The Stone Carvings: I feel like I'm standing in an art museum, lost in the beauty and talent of all of the artists.
Day 4: Departure (and the lingering question of what constitutes "food" in China)
- Morning: Woke up, had a (surprisingly decent) coffee at the same cafe, and thought about packing. I realized I am probably going to miss the chaos of it all. Even the scooter dodging. Even the mysterious bun-based breakfast.
- Afternoon: Head back to Jinjiang Airport (JIN), with a deep breath and a slightly lighter suitcase (mostly from me having eaten so many buns).
- Departure: I am leaving China. Not sure when I'll be back, but I'm already thinking about it.
So, there you have it. My messy, wonderfully flawed adventure through the world. I'm exhausted, exhilarated, and already plotting my return. Nan'an, you magnificent chaos, I'll be back (and next time, I'm bringing my own coffee machine and maybe a better understanding of what is, or isn't, food..).
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Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Elan Inn Jingpin, Quanzhou's Hidden Gem? (My Take!)
So, is the Elan Inn Jingpin REALLY a hidden gem? Because "hidden gem" is thrown around like… like confetti at a wedding I wasn't invited to.
Okay, fine, I'll get to the point. Yes. And no. Look, it *is* hidden. Finding it was an adventure, involving a taxi driver who swore he knew the place, then promptly got lost and insisted "Just a little further!" for a solid twenty minutes. Honestly, the sheer *effort* of finding it lends it a certain mystique. It's like, you’ve survived the quest, now you *deserve* the luxury. But gem-wise? It depends on your definition of "gem." If a diamond is your thing, maybe not. It’s more like... a beautifully polished jade, with a tiny, almost imperceptible crack that gives it character. Think less Ritz-Carlton, more… delightfully imperfect. It wasn't perfect, okay? Not *everything* was perfect.
What about the rooms? Are they actually... luxurious? Because "luxury" these days means a slightly fancier plastic chair.
Ah, the rooms. *This* is where it starts to get interesting. They *looked* luxurious. The photos online? Pretty accurate, actually. Think plush bedding, a ridiculous oversized bathtub that I almost drowned in (more on that later), and a view... well, the view was of another building, but it was a *pretty* building, with a slightly less luxurious view of laundry hanging out to dry. But that's Quanzhou, baby! Embrace the reality! Now, the *feel* of the rooms… that’s where things get a little wobbly. The air conditioning unit was... well, let's just say it had a personality. It was either blasting arctic winds or wheezing quietly like an asthmatic walrus. I spent a good part of the first night negotiating with it. "Please, Mr. AC, just a bit warmer?" Then, the light switch situation! It was like some kind of puzzle. I think I finally figured out *most* of them, but one stubbornly refused to work. Mystery! Luxury with a dash of frustration. And, a serious case of, "Did I break something?"
Let's talk about that bathtub. You mentioned almost drowning. Spill the tea! (Or, you know, the bathwater...)
Okay, the bathtub. It was *enormous*. Like, a small swimming pool disguised as a bathtub. And gorgeous! Marble, I think. I'd envisioned myself floating serenely, sipping tea (bought from a local kiosk, not the hotel, because, let's be honest, overpriced hotel tea is a scam), reading a book (a slightly tattered copy, because, again, reality), and generally being a vision of tranquility. The reality? I filled the thing, got in, and promptly realized I was *tiny*. Like, swallowed-up-by-the-ocean-in-a-cheap-horror-movie tiny. I couldn’t reach the taps to adjust the water, and I started panicking, okay? Pure, unadulterated panic. I flailed, I gasped, I almost drowned. Then, I managed to grab a bar of soap that had inexplicably ended up at the *other* end of the tub and shoved myself towards it. It was a strategic move, a survivalist masterpiece. Eventually, with a whole lot of contortion and a desperate plea to the bath gods, I pulled myself out. I emerged a soggy, slightly traumatized mess. So, yeah. Luxurious, maybe. But also, a potential hazard to short people and those prone to panic. I still give it a solid B+. Because, the marble! And the *idea* was lovely.
And the service? Is it, you know, *service* or just... people who happen to be there?
The service... it was a mixed bag. Some staff members were genuinely lovely and helpful, their English slightly better than my Mandarin (which is, let's be honest, nonexistent). Others... well, there was a language barrier, which, I'll admit, is *my* fault, not theirs. But sometimes, communication felt like playing charades underwater. I tried to order room service late one night and ended up with something that looked suspiciously like a plate of pickled jellyfish. I mean, I ate it! (Mostly because I was starving and didn’t want to offend.) But let's just say it wasn't what I'd envisioned. There was a delightful bellhop who seemed to genuinely enjoy his job, and a somewhat flustered lady at reception who clearly had a lot on her plate. It was... real. Not the sterile perfection of some mega-chain hotel. It felt... human.
The breakfast buffet! Tell me everything. Because breakfast is the most important meal of the day... and also, possibly the most judgmental.
The breakfast buffet. Okay, here's the thing about Chinese breakfast buffets. They can either be extraordinary or… an experience. The Elan Inn's? Somewhere in between. They had the usual suspects – a noodle station, some questionable-looking pastries (I stayed away from those), and a selection of things I couldn't identify but felt compelled to try anyway. There was a congee-like substance (that was good, actually!). One day, I found a tiny, perfectly formed omelet. The next day? A scrambled egg extravaganza that looked like it had been through a food processor. It was an adventure! A culinary gamble! Would I get a delicious breakfast or the culinary equivalent of a punch in the gut? You never knew! It kept things interesting. And the coffee? Let’s just say I learned to appreciate the concept of instant coffee very, very quickly. I think I may have gone through half a packet of those little sugar packets. And the lack of freshly squeezed orange juice... oh, the humanity! (Said with dramatic flair.)
Would you go back? The big question!
Honestly? Yes. And no. Okay, more yes than no. Look, it's not flawless. It's not the Four Seasons. But that’s the charm! It’s got character. It’s a little rough around the edges. It’s a bit of a challenge. But it's *memorable*. It’s got that feeling of being somewhere unique, somewhere… real. Somewhere that, despite the occasional hiccup (AC, Bathtub, Pickled Jellyfish, and my life), left me with a smile on my face. I'd go back, mainly to conquer the bathtub. I am, after all, a glutton for a good marble situation. And, maybe, just maybe, to finally find that perfect, perfectly-formed omelet. The search continues! But I’d recommend bringing a friend who can speak Mandarin, or at least has a sense of humor. And, maybe, a life jacket? Just in case.
Any local tips for the area? Besides, you know, the obvious "learn Mandarin".
Okay, local tips. Hmm. Bring comfortable shoes. Quanzhou is a city for walking. Explore the old town –Jet Set Hotels
