Lindsay Kolkata: Unveiling the Hidden Gem of India's City of Joy
The Grand Experience (or, My Hotel Misadventure) - A Review
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to unleash a review of… well, let's just call it "The Grand Experience." And "grand" is… well, we'll get to that. This isn't your typical, sterile hotel review. This is the real deal, warts and all, fueled by copious amounts of (free, thankfully) Wi-Fi.
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Accessibility: Can They Handle It? (Or Would I Be Trapped?)
First things first: accessibility. This is crucial. The website raved about being "fully accessible," and I was optimistic. My Aunt Mildred uses a wheelchair, and she was tagging along on this trip. The word "fully" is doing some heavy lifting here. While they do have wheelchair access, it's… a journey. Elevators? Check. Ramps? Check (though some were a bit steeper than ideal, Mildred nearly launched herself into a potted fern at one point). The lobby itself was spacious, which was nice. But then you hit the labyrinthine corridors… well, imagine a very posh, slightly confusing maze. It's not terrible, but it's definitely not "fully."
Wheelchair Accessible – Yes, But…: The rooms were a mixed bag. Some had wider doorways, great! Others? Well, let's just say Mildred had to execute a three-point turn with her chair to get into the bathroom. This definitely needs some serious improvement. On-site accessible restaurants/lounges are a plus, but navigation is key.
Internet: The Lifeblood of the Modern Traveler (and Reviewer)
Thank the heavens for Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! and Wi-Fi in public areas! Let’s face it, in today's age if you can't get a signal, you're essentially living in the dark ages. I was prepared to upload my Instagram stories and check those emails. The internet was decent actually, better than some places I have been. Internet [LAN] was available, too, for a more stable connection, if you’re into that sort of thing. Internet services worked just fine.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Promises, Promises…
Okay, the fun stuff. Let’s be honest, the primary reason I book a luxe hotel is to be pampered.
- Spa & Sauna & Steamroom & Pool with View: The spa was… a thing. The website photos promised paradise. In reality, it felt a little… sterile. The Pool with view was the saving grace here. I could have easily spent all day there, sunning my skin.
- Fitness center & Gym/fitness: I attempted the Fitness center. It was well-equipped. I'm not sure if I went just to sit there to be honest.
- Body scrub & Body wrap & Massage: The massage was… well, here’s where things got interesting. I booked a deep tissue massage, ready to melt into a puddle of pure relaxation. The masseuse was lovely, super professional… and seemed to have the muscle strength of a particularly fluffy kitten. I asked for a deeper pressure, but the best she could do was a light tickle.
- Foot bath: I did not try it. I'm not sure I could get from here to there.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Belly-Centric Breakdown
This is where "The Grand Experience" either soared or crashed. I’m a foodie, so the dining experience is a big deal to me.
- Restaurants & Bars: Plural. Multiple restaurants and a gorgeous Poolside bar, which was a definite highlight and I can't express how much I enjoyed it.
- Asian cuisine in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant: I'm not a vegetarian, but I do love trying other things.
- Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast takeaway service, Asian breakfast, Western breakfast: The Breakfast [buffet] was chaotic. A glorious, over-the-top, artery-clogging, utterly delicious chaos. The Western breakfast was my go-to.
- A la carte in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant: I had lunch.
This is the weirdest thing though, the Bottle of water situation. They give you one tiny bottle… per day. Really?? I had to keep asking for more.
Cleanliness and Safety: Did They Actually Clean?
During COVID, this is paramount.
Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment: They claimed to take all these precautions, and I saw evidence of it. Plenty of hand sanitiser around.
Room sanitization opt-out available: That's a big plus!
Masks: The staff all wore masks.
Services and Conveniences: The Perks (and Quirks)
- Concierge & Doorman: The Concierge was super helpful, booking us restaurant reservations and arranging airport transfers. The Doorman always has a smile.
- Room service [24-hour]: Essential. And their menu was pretty good, lots of tasty comfort food after long days sightseeing.
- Daily housekeeping, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage: Standard, but done well.
- Convenience store: I love anything convenient.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly Fumbles
- Family/child friendly, Babysitting service, Kids meal: It's family-friendly, for sure. Big families! They have a pool, again.
- Kids facilities: I did not see any of this.
Available in all rooms: The Essentials They offered the basic: Air conditioning, complimentary tea, hair dryer, free Wi-Fi etc. Bathrooms phone was a peculiar.
Getting around:
- Airport transfer: Yes, that was a delight.
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site]: So many spaces.
My Emotional Verdict:
Okay, the "grand" isn't entirely accurate. It was more like a "pretty darn good" experience with some frustrating hiccups. The spa was a letdown. The wheelchair accessibility needs serious work. But the staff were lovely, the food was generally great, the pool was divine, and the Wi-Fi was reliable. It's got potential. Would I recommend it? Maybe. If you’re looking for pure, unadulterated luxury, you might be disappointed. If you’re looking for a comfortable, slightly quirky stay with some definite upsides, and you’re okay with a few minor inconveniences, then go for it. Just pack your patience and maybe a portable foot bath, just in case.
Lagos Luxury: Stunning 1-Bed Apartment Awaits!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because you're about to embark on a mental rollercoaster bound for Kolkata, India, and I, your gloriously imperfect tour guide (read: slightly overwhelmed but enthusiastic traveler), am taking the wheel. This isn't your polished, brochure-perfect itinerary. This is life in Kolkata, with all its glorious chaos and questionable street food. And The Lindsay? Well, let's just see how that fits in, shall we?
Kolkata Kraziness: A Stream-of-Consciousness Itinerary (with maybe a few tears and a lot of chai)
Day 1: Arrival, Sensory Overload, and the Search for Decent Coffee (Wish Me Luck)
- Morning (ish) - The Arrival Shuffle (and Mild Panic):
- Okay, landing in Kolkata. The air hits you like a humid, spicy hug. Good. Or maybe bad. I can't decide. The airport is… well, it's an airport. Slightly chaotic, lots of assertive taxi drivers. Find a pre-paid taxi (trust me, do it!) and explain, repeatedly, that you want The Lindsay Hotel. This is where the fun begins, because the driver will almost certainly have a story about a cousin, an uncle, and a lost puppy, all while navigating through the city.
- Anecdote Alert: My first trip, the driver insisted on stopping at a roadside shrine and offering a coconut. "For good luck!" he boomed. I was terrified, but hey, who am I to argue with centuries of tradition? Ended up with a delicious coconut and a newfound respect for the power of the universe.
- Afternoon - The Lindsay Rendezvous: Room, Rambles, and Reality Checks
- Finally, the Lindsay! Hoping for a haven, a respite from the glorious madness outside. Check-in. Hope the room doesn't have a cockroach, or if it does, that it's not the giant kind. (I have a phobia).
- Unpack. Collapse on the bed. Feel the weight of a thousand expectations and the pressure of, well, everything.
- Explore the hotel. Find the Wi-Fi. Pray it works. Need to update the world on the current state of chaos.
- Emotion Dump: I love Kolkata. I hate Kolkata. I love the chaos, but I need a shower. I’m jetlagged, and I need to eat something. Right this second.
- Evening - Coffee Catastrophe and the Search for Street Food Salvation
- Okay, coffee. Important. This is where things get dicey. Find a coffee shop. Or maybe just a dosa place and resign that to the day's tasks. The good espresso is elusive.
- Quirky Observation: The chai wallahs (tea sellers) are everywhere. They are masters of their craft. But their caffeine? Forget it.
- Dinner. Street food is a must, BUT caution is key. Start small. Try a "phuchka" (pani puri) - a fried, hollow ball filled with spicy mashed potatoes and tamarind water. Prepare for an explosion of flavor. And maybe a slight tummy ache. Worth it.
- Emotional Reaction: The spices! The crowds! Kolkata is a punch in the face of the best kind. A little overwhelming, but utterly captivating. Maybe that tummy ache will go away if I take a moment and actually appreciate the moment.
Day 2: The Temples, the Museums, and the Melodrama
- Morning - Temples and Spiritual Smacks
- Visit a temple. Any temple. Kali Ghat Temple is a big one. Prepare to be jostled, overwhelmed, and profoundly moved. Respect the culture. Don't take photos if it’s not appropriate.
- Messy Structure Note: I'm not going to list "what order" to visit the temples. Just go. Wander. Get lost (literally).
- Anecdote: One time I saw a family practically wrestling a huge flower garland onto a statue. It was hilarious and somehow deeply spiritual.
- And don’t forget the incense. My god, the incense.
- Afternoon - Museum Musings (and the Heat)
- Indian Museum. It’s huge. You could spend days there (and people do). Pick a section. Don't try to see it all. Get overwhelmed.
- Opinionated Language: The museum is an absolute treasure trove, but the air conditioning? Nonexistent. Bring water. And a fan. And maybe another fan.
- Evening - Victoria Memorial's Grandeur, and The City of Joy
- Victoria Memorial. Gorgeous. Romantic (ew). Think "Taj Mahal, but in Kolkata". Beautiful. Take a bunch of pictures. Show them to your mom.
- Evening stroll. The streets are alive with people, food stalls, and the constant hum of life.
- Emotional Reaction: Sometimes, I just sit and watch the city. The stories in the faces, the energy of the crowds… it’s… well, it's everything.
- Rambling Interlude: Remember to hydrate. Drink water. Dehydration is not your friend here.
Day 3: The Markets, the Memories, and the Departure (Maybe)
- Morning - Market Mayhem (and Bargaining Battles)
- New Market. Oh, the smells! The sounds! The chaos! Haggling is an art form. Embrace it. Be respectful. Be prepared to walk away.
- Doubling Down on Experience: Seriously, spend MOST of your morning in New Market. Get lost in the fabrics, the jewelry, the spices, the everything. Ask for directions. Ask for help. Make friends with the vendors. They have stories.
- Imperfection: I always buy too much stuff. But it's okay. Everything reminds me of Kolkata.
- Afternoon - Farewell Feast. And a Last Glimpse of The Lindsay (Maybe)
- Find a nice restaurant. Eat something delicious. Reflect on your trip. Cry a little bit.
- Natural Pacing: Check out. Taxi to the airport. Hug the taxi driver (maybe).
- Emotional Reaction: I'm leaving Kolkata. I'm sad. I'm happy. I need a long nap. And I'm already planning my return.
The Lindsay? Honestly, I'm too caught up in the city's drama to make it a central figure. It's a hotel, you sleep there, you wake up and go back out. However, the most memorable part of staying at the Lindsay? You're safe. You're sheltered. You are in a place that is waiting for you when you come back.
Important Notes (because I'm trying to be helpful, despite myself):
- Food: Eat everything (with caution).
- Transportation: Pre-paid taxis are your friend. Uber can be a lifesaver. Learn to love the Metro (it's air-conditioned!).
- Dress: Respectful clothing. Loose, comfortable clothes are best. And don't be afraid to embrace the color!
- Water: Drink bottled water only.
- Bargaining: Haggle respectfully.
- Patience: Things don't always go according to plan. Embrace the chaos.
- Take Photos: But also, put down the camera and just experience it.
- Be kind to yourself. Kolkata is a lot.
Enjoy the glorious mess! And if you see me, covered in chai and haggling over a scarf, come say hello. I’ll probably need a friend. Or at least a napkin.
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Okay, Seriously... Why Do People Buy OLD Houses? Are They Completely Bonkers?
Alright, let's be real. Buying an old house is *absolutely* a step into the crazy zone. It's a commitment. A lifestyle. A potential money pit that could swallow your car, your retirement fund, and your sanity, one leaky pipe at a time. But... you know what? There's a magic to it. I remember the first time I walked into my current (and ridiculously old) place. It smelled like...well, old house. Dust, wood, maybe a ghost or two, you never *really* know. But there was a *feeling*. A sense of history clinging to the walls. Like, "Hey, a family loved and lived here for a century, survived two world wars, and probably gossiped like crazy about the neighbors!" Plus, modern architecture, bless its heart, often feels about as exciting as beige carpet. Old houses? They have character. Quirks. Even the bad ones have a story to tell. So, bonkers? Maybe. In love? Absolutely. And, in most cases, just plain stupid. But you know, stupid with a view.
What's the BIGGEST, MOST TERRIFYING thing I need to be prepared for? Please don't say "termites"...
Okay, okay, no termites (for now). Honestly? The *unknown*. That creaky floorboard that *definitely* hides a secret passage? Probably just dry rot. That beautiful plaster ceiling that's developing a new and horrifying crack? Could be more than just a cosmetic issue. Old houses are full of hidden gremlins. You think you've solved one problem - like, say, the leaky roof that flooded the spare bedroom – and another one pops up, like a vengeful poltergeist. My first house? We found a *literal* beehive inside a wall. I'm not kidding. A HUGE one. And those bees… they were not happy about being evicted. It’s a never-ending quest, and it's always waiting. But look at it this way: you'll never be bored.
Okay, paint. I LOVE the idea of painting. What are the BIGGEST Pitfalls with Old House Paint?
Oh, paint. Ah, yes, the colorful deception. I LOVED the idea! And then I met lead paint. And asbestos. And layers upon layers of mystery paint. First off, *assume* it's got something nasty in it. Unless you are absolutely, positively certain it doesn't, treat it as a biohazard area. Hire professionals to scrape (if you must), and don't just start sanding willy-nilly. Second. The *layers*! You’ll be peeling back the years, only to find… more years of paint. It’s exhausting. And those gorgeous original moldings? They might be covered in five coats of… well, let's just say, not what you wanted. Third, the old stuff is *fragile*. That gorgeous Victorian trim will chip and splinter with the slightest touch. Be prepared to cry. A lot. (I know I did.) Be careful with your choices, those super bright colors never looked good to your great grandparents.
Can I REALLY get away with DIY projects? I’m pretty handy… but I’m also prone to… well, let’s say “learning experiences”.
This is where it gets personal. For the love of all that is holy, *assess your skill level honestly*. I'm talking, brutally honestly. Are you a "I can fix anything!" kind of person? Or a "I watched a YouTube video! What could go wrong?" kind of person? Trust me, old houses are like a sentient being that *knows* your weaknesses. That's how they get you. My first DIY attempt? Replacing a light fixture. Seemed simple. Turns out, the wiring was older than my grandmother, and I ended up with a semi-electrical fire and a deep, abiding fear of electricity. Hire professionals for things you're not comfortable with. Seriously. Because sometimes they're just a necessary evil, and it'll be worth it.
Budgeting; How do you budget on an OLD house? I’m already broke…
Oh, honey. Budgeting for an old house is like trying to herd cats while juggling chainsaws. You *think* you've got a plan, but then something explodes (metaphorically, or sometimes, literally). First rule: *expect the unexpected*. Double your estimated repair costs. Then, double it *again*. Be prepared to sacrifice things. Trips, new clothes, eating out – all likely casualties. Set aside an "emergency fund" specifically for the house. And then, pray. Seriously. Budgeting isn't a science, it's an art form. But the most honest advice? You'll spend more than you think. It's just the nature of the beast. A charming beast that will drain your bank account like a thirsty vampire.
What are some hidden costs MOST people forget about?
Okay, ready for the down and dirty? Beyond the obvious – the roof, the plumbing, the foundation… the hidden costs are LEGION. First, the "it-looks-fine-but-it’s-not" costs. Lead paint abatement. Asbestos removal (it's sneaky!). Dealing with old fuel tanks. Then the "that-was-unexpected!" costs: Termite damage (yes, I know I said I wasn't going to mention them, but it's inevitable), mold remediation. And finally, the "I-never-thought-of-that!" costs: Permits (they add up!). Specialized tools (because your modern tools won’t cut it, believe me). And then there's the "you'll-need-to-replace-that-too" category: Appliances (they're usually ancient). And that cute little old furnace that's probably costing a fortune to run. It is a massive rabbit hole and it never ends… and it'll drive you crazy!
How do you find a good contractor? Because that's what I'm most scared of.
Oh, the contractor hunt. It's like dating. You meet a few duds, have a few heartbreaks, and then, *maybe*, just maybe, you find someone who doesn't completely rip you off (or botch the job so badly you cry… again). Ask around. Get recommendations from peopleGlobe Stay Finder
