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... and brought over to the hotel within the hour and definitely before cutting the suit was begun. Payment? “Yes! Yes! Credit card, no problem!” It was agreed to pay half the total costs now, and half on satisfactory completion of the suit. Smiles all round.
Here, however, the real difficulty began to manifest itself. Several attempts with numerous credit cards resulted in complete failure – and we had no rupees left, nor any pounds ...
... craggy peaks of the high Himalayas towering over us.
We stopped briefly to ask the way in the old part of Ranikhet – a town, now the centre of a huge and well-kept military base strategically placed near the borders of China and Nepal. Neither ourselves nor the driver felt inclined to stop for lunch (although a break was offered); instead we began our three-hour descent towards the Kosi river.
All went well until we neared the river itself, but just as ...
... to a beautiful secluded lake deep in the forest. Having parked the car by the roadside, he led us through the woods to the hidden lake. Not a sign of human habitation was to be seen; all around us huge, forested mountain slopes rose mightily to a cerulean sky while only the multicoloured dragonflies and huge butterfles disturbed the unruffled calm of the lake.
The name and whereabouts of this unbelievably beautiful spot ...
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 ...