staying with warm hospitality and care- Hotel fountain.

Hotel Fountain

We provide an unforgettable environment, enabling guests to improve their thoughts, build environment and secure a better accommodation and foods.

Lay out in a merchant place, This highly maintained soothing hotel is 3km from Hazrat Shahjalal International Airport and within the region of Diplomatic Zone, Baridhara, Banani and Gulshan commercial areas. Moreover, it’s only a thirty (30) minutes journey to the Tongi Industrial Sector and the Export Processing Zone (EPZ), absolutely convenient for the business travelers visiting Dhaka city.The Fountain Hotel provides well-furnished guest room and luxurious suites; including necessary modern home appliances express the classic taste of interior design, Café Anaya (Decent Lounge), Rudaba Twilight (Rooftop Restaurant) & Anamika Lounge (Multi-Cuisine Restaurant) with all facilities of the competitive hotel market.We strictly ensure proper hygiene at every sector of our service towards respected guests.

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Hotel Fountain

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarks.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line.

  1. Impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams.
  2. A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul.
  3. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment and yet.

 The bedding was hardly able to cover it

The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

“What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human” although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.

He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language and ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide.

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