Hotel Parvathi Residency
No availability found through our partners. Please contact the business directly or check some of our recommended alternatives.
How has this hotel rated in the past?
- Business Services
TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel Parvathi Residency Kanyakumari
Travel Blogs from Kanyakumari
... we lived for many years). It is the southern most point in India (where three seas meet - Bay of Bengal, Indian Ocean, Arabian Sea) - but there are no other similarities with the cornish version - the Indian one is REALLY tacky!!! - rows of souvenir stalls - everything you could possibly make of shells plus plastic shrines and gods and just about anything else you could think of ... or not - and coachloads of Indian tourists descend ...
... were sat cross legged on the hard, tiled floor. Poor buggers. At least the Sikhs get a nice carpet. We photographed some boats and the Gandhi Memorial, then headed to India's first wax work museum. Well it'd be rude not to given that it's right next to my hotel. It's ₹60 but guys, that's overpriced. Madame Toussaud's doesn't need to start ******** itself any time soon. The first ...
... next ferry taking us a few metres to a smaller island holding a 133ft statue of the Tamil poet Thiruvalluvar, which you can get up close to through the building underneath.
Once back on dry land and leaving behind our compulsory life jackets we took a wander down the coast a little, there are so many touristic shops all selling pretty much the same thing, most of which, unfortunately, is plastic tat and knock off bags. Inspotted quite a funny T-shirt though with ...
... in our room tariff, as we find we are eating too much. So, from now on I'm going to book us in with room only. That way we can get our own fruit, or yoghurt, and a cuppa in the room. Although Kanyakumari is surrounded by water on 3 sides, the ocean is too rough and dirty to go in for a swim. We went to an island off shore by ferry today, which is built as a monument to Sri Vivekanand who was a ?saint / swami/ wise man from the 1800s. ...
... his posture just a touch shorter than mine with his eyes roughly at my cheeks. His stance was warm and inviting; a typical welcome for any guest of India. He opened with “Hello, my friend”, going around to shake everyone’s hand as he looked them in the eyes. His beard was a row of gleaming white bristles that seemed to bring a glow to his face. He was undoubtedly an elderly man, but that did little to take away from his energy.