V Resorts Sattal
- Continental Breakfast
- Kids activities or Babysitting
- Free parking
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... of banana and bamboo cloth were now brought for us to inspect, and a sober grey bamboo, was selected with much vociferous agreement by all parties.
There still remained the problem of choosing a suitable design, and of course, payment. “Design no problem – making you nice Indian suit.” was, in itself, a trifle worrying. Sign language and drawing got the message over that a catalogue would help. Our tailor said that one would ...
... and polished cutlery. Here where we take our lunch, two chefs prepare our food to order, while a waiter arrives to attend to our needs. We have never seen any other guests in Jim’s grill – we have it as our private dining room by the river.
Breakfast, we take on the lawn by the restaurant. Delicious omelettes are brought to our table by Channi Ram our special waiter, and there is a fascinating choice of breads and spicy dishes to accompany them, ...
... hidden (unless Paddy were to place a comment on the blog), for although our helpful driver gave us a full description, it was in Hindi. We named it 'Philippa’s Lake’ after the vivacious young publisher staying with us at our homestay. Philippa is an Oxford graduate who has found a flat in Delhi, but periodically likes to visit the Retreat in Bhimtal to work and to rest. She had already told us of her predilection ...
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 ...
... left me by the roadside with the luggage and went off to see if she could find where we had to go. Eventually, the driver returned, but now there was no sign of Judith, so there was nothing for it but to make off with the luggage in the direction she had taken. This led us to what appeared to be a graveyard for ancient buses, many with windows missing or piles of rubbish on the roof. At that moment, Judith appeared announcing that we had indeed reached the ...