Hyatt Regency Osaka
No availability found through our partners. Please contact the business directly or check some of our recommended alternatives.
How has this hotel rated in the past?
Travelers also recommend:
TripAdvisor Reviews Hyatt Regency Osaka
Travel Blogs from Osaka
Voilà c'est fini
On quitte la famille, et en route vers Roissy
la voiture est rendue et à 13h50 l'avion décolle
et commence le voyage : 12 heures de vol vers Osaka.
je suis à coté d'une japonaise avec laquelle je parle un peu, elle et moi avec notre pauvre anglais : elle est professeur de piano et très marrante.< …
... like in Japan?". Until now i can tell you that the best answer is : ''because of Nihon no bunka (japanese culture)''.
Let's be realistic, how is it, in any way, possible to come here and not to be carried away by the incredibly rich japanese culture? I just feel like i'm trying to paint the sixtine Chapelle with gloves (and being color blind).
I won't speak here about floral art, origamis, kabuki, music, paintings, architecture, religion, gastronomy, literature... because ...
... With bells. Secure in the knowledge that no criminal, no matter how devious and resourceful, could defeat this complex and foolproof security protocol we headed off towards the Tempozan harbour area.
After several stops, and our first stupidly crowded trains of the trip, we arrived, and walked towards the harbour. For such a beautiful day, and a Saturday, I was very surprised that the crowds were not bigger. But not complaining ...
So here we were Japan! but first came the process of exiting the airport. Fortunately this went pretty smoothly, with only one very small hiccup; customs wanted the details of our accomodation, fortunately She had put the folder within our hand luggage and so one small bag reshuffle, four forms filled, and two horrid photos later and we were through and it was time to go collect the bags. He spotted them straight away so then it was time to ...
... next door. this instituted a babble of language that soon had me outside, closing my eyes, picking a direction and hoping for the best. if you've been reading this blog you'll have no trouble deducing what happened next.
of course, my awesome directional skills were yet again "off". this time i was saved by a kind lady who, as she led me down the street, told me in broken english that she was currently in a class being taught by a fellow Canadian ...