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Riverview Retreat is an oasis of calm and tranquillity. Here we are cosseted and pampered; our decisions are based around such matters of moment as when to swim, what to eat and whether the massage should be Ayurvedic or Swedish. India, the real India, lies beyond the uniformed guard at the gate. On our second day, Judith ventured 'for a walk' beyond this portal.
Three hours later, when she returned, hot and breathless in the midday sun, she told of ...
... we inched our way across, athough how the chassis of our car survived the various graunchings, bangings,scrapings and slidings I shall never know. Nor was this the only such. In three more places the Kosi had run amok causing similar if rather less extensive damage.
At length we reached the Jim Corbett National Park the home of deer, wild boar, crocodiles and tigers. Here, set back from the road, lies the Riverview Retreat, a Leisure Hotels resort alongside ...
... in the lakes of Nainital and we felt that Philippa’s lake was the idea bathing spot for this English water nymph.
Our next lake, Sattal, was equally beautiful, but larger. This time, we were able to drive to a small tourist spot with restaurants under the trees, and little wooden rowing boats drawn up on the beach. Carefully, we stepped into our seat under the stern canopy and allowed our boatman to row us out and ...
Why the 'Jones Estate'? Colonel Jones was a local administrator and magistrate for the region and built himself the Retreat high in the forests of Nainital. The land area was substantial and, after Independence, the whole lot was sold to Padmini's father-in-law together with the Rani of Balrampur and her brother General Madan Shamsher Jung
Bahadur Rana (both Nepalese royalty). The Nepalese still own most of the estate, but ...
... loud and cheerful guffaws, she shamelessly took hold of various parts of my anatomy (which I cannot name here), subjecting them to a vigorous squeezing and manipulation. Not wishing to provoke her further, I chose to ignore her and, at length, she gave up, and smilingly stroking me under the chin, moved further back into the coach. Thankfully, after again chucking me under the chin, both “women” finally got off the coach, chatting to the rest of their ...