Arif Castles Hotel
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... international credit cards.” Eventually our driver pointed out that there was an ATM machine just 50 yards down the road. The relief, however, was short lived; Judith’s attempts to withdraw cash on one after another of our cards were all declined.
There followed a long debate, mostly conducted in Hindi. Our driver had been commissioned by the resort to top up our phone. He had not yet done this, and now he produced the 500 rupee note we ...
... that of Inder (tandoori chef) and Surender (grill chef) and our lunchtime waiter at Jim’s Grill, the lovely, ever-smiling, Puran should be included in my blog. Given the high standard of cuisine and service, this is the very least I can do.
The walk back to our cottage each evening through the lighted garden is an experience in itself. The heavy perfume of the night-scented jasmine is almost overpowering in the still air, providing a fitting end to another perfect ...
... cash to foreigners through an ATM. Sadly, as we were to find later, most rural ATMs do not dispense cash to foreign credit cards. Back in the bank, dear Paddy withdrew cash which she gave to Judith on loan, though how we would find a way to pay her back or indeed to pay for our accommodation and meals was as yet unclear.
After Paddy left us to attend an open day at the children’s convent school in Bhimtal, our driver ...
Why the 'Jones Estate'? Colonel Jones was a local administrator and magistrate for the region and built himself the Retreat high in the forests of Nainital. The land area was substantial and, after Independence, the whole lot was sold to Padmini's father-in-law together with the Rani of Balrampur and her brother General Madan Shamsher Jung
Bahadur Rana (both Nepalese royalty). The Nepalese still own most of the estate, but ...
... 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 ...