Hotel Tiger Camp

Address: Village Dhikuli, Corbett, Uttarakhand, 263138, India | 4 star lodge
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This 4 star lodge, located on Village Dhikuli, Corbett, is near Bara Aditya Temple.
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    TravelPod Member ReviewsHotel Tiger Camp Corbett

    Reviewed by unplugged

    Peace and quiet

    Reviewed Oct 10, 2012
    by (20 reviews) San Diego , United States Flag of United States

    Tiger camp has a real rustic feel to it and is very peaceful. The staff was tentative and helpful - especially in the restaurant. Our rooms were clean, they did our wash (for a fee) and they staff was very concerned that our stay was comfortable.

    I should add that there are not safes in the rooms, we kept our passports and cash with us in a day pack but did leave our laptops in the rooms.

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

    TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel Tiger Camp Corbett

    4.50 of 5 stars Outstanding

    Travel Blogs from Corbett

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    A travel blog entry by davebythesea on Nov 15, 2014

    6 comments, 2 photos

    ... the ATMs in Ramnagar just ten miles down the road might work. “No problem! We are taking the lady to Ramnagar ATMs for 200 rupees.” And that was it. An hour later, Judith returned triumphant.

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    Riverview Retreat

    A travel blog entry by davebythesea on Nov 14, 2014

    7 comments, 26 photos

    ... were removing sand from the riverbed which they carried on their head in metal basins to deposit and create a new flower bed. They walked across the garden gracefully and without haste, but never dawdling; they tended the earth with their bare hands as they shaped it and planted new flowers.

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    Visits - Asan, Rajaji, and Corbett Protected Areas

    A travel blog entry by npacadia on Feb 17, 2014

    2 comments, 35 photos

    ... system was based upon their domesticated water buffalos, buffalo milk, and milk products. They are a forest dependent people who obtained all of the fodder for their buffalos from the land they inhabited. Traditionally, they would spend summers in the Himalyan meadows and winters in the forests of Rajaji.

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    Dhikala-- Welcome to the Jungle

    A travel blog entry by mattarah on May 18, 2009

    15 comments, 10 photos

    ... behind. There was a nasty little rhesus monkey STEALING the napkins! The way he moved and the facial expressions he made was so similar to a little thieving child-- but it was terrifying at the same time. So then we were too scared to come down from the tower, fearing that the monkey would bite us or something, but we couldn't leave until the jeep came back because you can't walk around in the park on foot. It's too dangerous. After about 10 minutes we went and rounded up ...

    Get thee to an Ashram...

    A travel blog entry by rowlandson on Nov 06, 2006

    2 comments, 11 photos

    ... at the most sacred river in the world...the Ganges, known to Hindus as "Great Mother" - HOLY. I wanted to stop and let my mind wrap around the magnificence of this Mother, but cows, grandfathers, fruit sellers, and children pushed me along and in minutes, I was spat out on the other side of the bridge - THRONG. I felt like turning around, joining the crowd headed in the opposite direction and going across the bridge again to catch more downward glances of the ...