Arif Castles Hotel
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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... of banana and bamboo cloth were now brought for us to inspect, and a sober grey bamboo, was selected with much vociferous agreement by all parties.
There still remained the problem of choosing a suitable design, and of course, payment. “Design no problem – making you nice Indian suit.” was, in itself, a trifle worrying. Sign language and drawing got the message over that a catalogue would help. Our tailor said that one would ...
We were sad to leave Padmini and her lovely family and home at the Retreat, Bhimtal, but time had moved on and we were ready for the next stage of our adventure. Paddy had arranged a car for us for our drive to Dhikuli. We had chosen the longer six-hour drive through the mountains rather than the shorter route from Nainital to Ramnagar. The road might have been slow and full of hairpin bends, but it was wonderfully wild and forested country with occasional glimpses of the ...
While in Bhimtal, Paddy suggested that we tear ourselves away from the Retreat for a few hours to visit some of the Lakes nearby. As we left, she said "You will be back for lunch." Having experienced the wonderfully varied menus of Paddy's son, Robby (who does the cooking), I replied, “Yes, Please!” “No,”, said Paddy, “that was not a question – it was an instruction.”
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If you expect western 5-star luxury standards of accommodation, the Retreat Bhimtal is not for you. Instead of an impersonal, sanitised international hotel room, here you will find something very, very wonderful - a real homestay, run by an educated and fascinating Indian family who will, if you so wish, discuss the merits of English writers or Indian culture until 2 in the morning over a glass or two of whisky (remember that when you are buying in ...
... hand filled with rupee notes and loudly loosed a stream of incomprehensible Hindi (presumably) which did nothing by way of explanation. Judith was no help. After our debate the previous day in Delhi, she helpfully ignored the advances that the strange lady made, and merely looked out of the window. I could only respond to further waving of the rupee-filled fist by a firm "No!", such as one gives to naughty children. Evidently, this was not the right response, for ...