Find hotels near Azumayama Park, Ninomiya from SAR 265

"駅に近くて、とても便利でした。 ホテルの前にきれいな川も流れてて、温泉も清潔で、朝ごはんも美味しかったです。今度はユックリ泊まりたいなと思いました。"

"The place was very quiet and closed to the train station and monorail to go to kamakura. "

"It is all good"

"Appreciate free drinks after 3PM and beers Etc, after 7PM. Fantastic breakfast. Very kind staffs. Very comfortable and considerate hotel. Tiny thing one chair will be nice addition."

"beautiful property, beautiful hotel garden- don't miss it! Close to the train station. Staff helpful ,polite and welcoming. Special thanks to Kim- was the best- always ready to help, polite and just wonderful !"

"Spacious and beautiful views of the surrounding hills. Only downside is that there are no food places within walking distances, but was able to take the train to nearby places."

"We just loved this last peaceful stay in Hakone. "

"First of all, the location is a little out of the way. You don’t just stumble on this place. It takes a train. Then a bus. Then maybe a hike — uphill, because of course it’s uphill. And for a brief, soul-questioning moment, you’ll wonder if this was a mistake. If you’ve made a wrong turn not just on the map, but in life. But then, like the slow pull of a curtain at sunrise, it appears. The hotel. Not the sterile kind with 300 carbon-copy rooms and motivational phrases etched into throw pillows. No. This is something else. A structure with soul. Refined architectural details, coupled with expert craftsmanship. It doesn’t beg for attention — it knows it deserves it. And when you walk in, you’re not a guest. You’re not a tourist. You’re something older, deeper — a pilgrim who made it. The kind of place that offers not just a bed, but a reminder that beauty still exists in the details: hand-carved wood, real linen, warm stone floors under bare feet. Someone here gave a damn. Then the food hits. Not just a meal. A revelation. You take one bite and suddenly every overhyped, overpriced downtown bistro you’ve ever endured feels like culinary cosplay. Here, someone cooked like your grandmother would have if she’d trained in Kyoto, lived in Provence, and smoked unfiltered cigarettes while quoting Camus. It’s food with memory — bold, unapologetic, and sensual as hell. And luxury? It’s not in the thread count. I"

"Great in-room onsen"