Olde Main Bellevue Heritage Hotel

Address: Chowrasta, Darjeeling, West Bengal, 734101, India | 3 star hotel
 
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This 3 star hotel, located on Chowrasta, Darjeeling, is near Tiger Hill, Himalayan Mountaineering Institute, Mirik, and Barbotey Rock Garden.
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      TravelPod Member ReviewsOlde Main Bellevue Heritage Hotel Darjeeling

      Reviewed by eddim

      Decent place, good location

      Reviewed Feb 17, 2013
      by (44 reviews) Toronto , Canada Flag of Canada

      The hotel is very basic but clean and with hot water. It is also in a perfect part of town for restaurants, cafes and walks to sights. Downfall is that the place does not have heating so when it's cold...it's cold. They do rent room heaters but they give off such a glow that you end off turning them off in the middle of the night and they really didn't provide that much heat. They way to go is to ask for a hot water bottle when you are ready to go bed. It kept the bed cosy and warm all night long.

      This review is the subjective opinion of a TravelPod member and not of TravelPod.com.

      TripAdvisor Reviews Olde Main Bellevue Heritage Hotel Darjeeling

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