Hotel City Heart
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... international credit cards.” Eventually our driver pointed out that there was an ATM machine just 50 yards down the road. The relief, however, was short lived; Judith’s attempts to withdraw cash on one after another of our cards were all declined.
There followed a long debate, mostly conducted in Hindi. Our driver had been commissioned by the resort to top up our phone. He had not yet done this, and now he produced the 500 rupee note we ...
... 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 ...
... free shop at the airport). It is a place where tea is served in china cups, a woodburning stove warms your bedroom and a hot-water bottle your bed.
Looking at the map, you will see that the Retreat forms part of the Jones estate. We had imagined some sort of modern development rising above Lake Bhimtal; nothing could be further from the truth. Arriving as we did in the early evening, it was already dark as we turned into a deeply ...
... 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 ...