Lotte Hotel Busan
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- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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... 4. When you're on a bus, a person will pass gas, wait until all is calm and peaceful, and proceed to do it again without a second thought.
5. No monk, no matter how noble of heart, will show you the correct path when you are lost. This especially holds true in the middle of nature, when you're submerged in trees drooping in spider webs and dead inchworms. If you happen to pass a monk in this scenario, know that he has found his own path, and so should you.
... br> Unfortunately because of the rain today we did not get awesome views from the path. We were able to see some pretty cliffs and rocks in the water, but that was about it. We followed the path to the right for a while until it started to go uphill again. By this time we were nice and soaked and even John didn't feel like climbing the hill. The path to the left would lead us back to the start point and eventually to the hostel.
We stopped every so often to take pictures ...
Chusok, or Korean thanksgiving as it is known in English, is one of the biggest holidays in Korea. Equivalent in festivities, shopping preparation and celebrations as Christmas is in North America, Chusok is all about giving thanks for the blessings in our lives! being with family and, of course, enjoying delicious food. Most Koreans take this opportunity to travel to their hometowns to be with their extended family ...
We finally left China and after a day at Sea (read rest) we entered South Korea. We just visited one port city. We were no where near Seole or the DMZ.
Because the Crazy leader of North Korea and all his recent saber rattling, we didn't plan any tours in Busan. We should have because I would have gone to see the Busan Museum and the U.N. Memorial Cemetery. Because we had Temple and palace ...
... around, safety rating zero. Another problem I had with my accent was that a taxi driver never knew where to take me as he couldn’t understand what I was saying. I would have to really slow down my words in some instances and talk as if I was one of those ignorant Union Jack swimming short wearing chav blokes at the side of a pool in Majorca, trying to inform a waiter he wants a pint; 'ONE... BEER’ whilst motioning a glass going towards his mouth. So for a couple ...