The Wild Crest
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... help? Down the ladder from the UTDC warehouse we went – all of us – and back to the resort. In the reception hall of the Riverview Retreat, a helpful crowd gathered to discuss the issue. At least it transpired that the resort were confident that they should be able to accept our credit card when the time came to move on. However they were unable to provide cash.
Despite the fact that the banks were on strike, it was thought that at least ...
... that of Inder (tandoori chef) and Surender (grill chef) and our lunchtime waiter at Jim’s Grill, the lovely, ever-smiling, Puran should be included in my blog. Given the high standard of cuisine and service, this is the very least I can do.
The walk back to our cottage each evening through the lighted garden is an experience in itself. The heavy perfume of the night-scented jasmine is almost overpowering in the still air, providing a fitting end to another perfect ...
... 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 ...
... faces. The passenger in front was greeted as a long-lost friend as the older of the two women flung her arms around him with a loud and theatrical warmth such as we had not seen among Indians who are not generally given to public display of affection and prefer the gentle namaste rather than risk a handshake even with those with whom they are acquainted.
You can imagine my alarm when next she subjected me to the same treatment. Grinning broadly, she thrust ...