Hotel City Heart
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... and brought over to the hotel within the hour and definitely before cutting the suit was begun. Payment? “Yes! Yes! Credit card, no problem!” It was agreed to pay half the total costs now, and half on satisfactory completion of the suit. Smiles all round.
Here, however, the real difficulty began to manifest itself. Several attempts with numerous credit cards resulted in complete failure – and we had no rupees left, nor any pounds ...
... beer or tea. Service is second to none with two or three waiters attending every table and an army of gardeners constantly tending, creating and improving.
As I write in the shade of a little oasis of trees on the huge lawn by the restaurant, I can see only one other guest, but six gardeners hard at work. Among these are a group of three sareed ladies painstakingly removing weeds from the lawn with a pointed implement like a large metal toothpick. Yesterday, these ...
... 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 ...
... the sun is warm, but not hot, where the flowers are carefully tended and where we were kept entertained by the antics of the monkeys in the trees.
On our last evening, Mohan prepared a huge bonfire; there we sat, under a gibbous moon drinking glasses of Indian wine while Otto, who had arrived the previous evening, picked up Lisa's guitar and sang and played with an unexpected expertise for a student of Indian foreign policy at the ...
... 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 ...