The Manu Maharani Hotel, Nainital
- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... her in saris, shawls, kurtis etc. reaching onto ever higher shelves for increasingly expensive silks to spread out in front of her. Somehow she returned with all her rupees intact but having given a promise to return “with my husband”.
That she did the very same day. An hour was spent choosing a shawl and a kurti. One after another was brought down to display and even after we had chosen, more were brought down, unwrapped ...
... as fruit juice, toast and cereal. Dinner is served from 8 to 10.30 and a huge range of dishes is available from the buffet – mostly vegetarian but also at least one chicken dish and one 'mutton’ dish; the latter is, of course, goat, there being no sheep anywhere. The maître d’, Tara, was always most attentive. This reminds me that when he brought my mid-morning tea on the lawn today, and saw me typing on my laptop, he particularly asked that his name ...
... descent from her bungalow into Bhimtal, we were able to glimpse the lake below through the trees now reflecting the glorious blue of a cloudless sky. Bhimtal itself proved to be a busy little street with tiny shops including a bank into which Judith disappeared in search of much needed cash. Paddy went with her to translate, while I remained in the taxi. It was some time before the girls re-appeared. Apparently, the bank ...
... rising steeply into the forest. here the driver announced that we had another three kilometres to go. Occasionally, through the trees we glimpsed the lights of Bhimtal reflected in the still waters of the Lake far below. Once we stopped for Judith to take a picture as she stood by the roadside with a sheer drop beneath.
Our arrival was greeted by Padmini Smetacek and her whole family, together with servants and dogs, who welcomed us and ...
... for a never-ending drive around the motorway. Meanwhile Judith and I became increasingly anxious as we sweated on the back seat wondering if we would ever find the only means of getting to Bhimtal on a Thursday.
Abruptly, our driver turned into a side-street and indicated that we should get out and unload our luggage while he went off to find somewhere to park. He promised that he would return, but when a good quarter hour had passed and he had not ...