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... by ATMs and card machines? The prospect of spending the rest of our holiday in an Indian jail loomed ever closer.
Meanwhile, the tailor set about measuring me for my bamboo suit, although by this time, I was convinced that we could purchase neither the suit nor Judith’s shawl and kurti. The optimistic “no problem!” which greeted this pronouncement, did not seem to solve our immediate predicament.
Perhaps the ...
... beer or tea. Service is second to none with two or three waiters attending every table and an army of gardeners constantly tending, creating and improving.
As I write in the shade of a little oasis of trees on the huge lawn by the restaurant, I can see only one other guest, but six gardeners hard at work. Among these are a group of three sareed ladies painstakingly removing weeds from the lawn with a pointed implement like a large metal toothpick. Yesterday, these ...
... 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 ...
... feel immediately at home as we were led into a beautiful period room graced with pictures on the wall, objets d'art on the mantel, an old disused piano from a century ago and best of all a brightly burning wood stove in the fireplace.
All meals are individually prepared by Paddy's son, Robby; tea and real coffee (so unusual in northern India) are available at the blink of an eye. Breakfast and lunch are taken with our hostess on the ...
... left me by the roadside with the luggage and went off to see if she could find where we had to go. Eventually, the driver returned, but now there was no sign of Judith, so there was nothing for it but to make off with the luggage in the direction she had taken. This led us to what appeared to be a graveyard for ancient buses, many with windows missing or piles of rubbish on the roof. At that moment, Judith appeared announcing that we had indeed reached the ...