Escape to Paradise: Unforgettable Stays at Mountain Hues, Thekkady
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because reviewing this place is going to be less "polished hotel brochure" and more "drunken diary entry after a particularly potent cocktail." I'm gonna try and hit EVERYTHING on that loooong list, even if it means my brain feels like it's been put through a particularly enthusiastic smoothie maker. Here we go…
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(Deep breath… onto the actual review…)
Arrival: The Good, the Confusing, and the "Where's My Luggage?"
Alright, the check-in? Smooth. Smooth, I tell you! They had that contactless check-in thing down pat. Which, honestly, after the travel hell I'd just been through, felt like a freakin' miracle. But… and there's always a "but," isn't there?… where the heck was my luggage? Seriously, the bellhop was a ninja, disappearing with my bags faster than I could even tip him. Cue the mini-panic attack. After chasing down every staff member in the lobby, I managed to locate them. Lesson learned: secure your belongings like they're gold… or at least, like they contain your sanity.
Accessibility: Can Grandma Actually Get Around?
Okay, this is a BIIIIIG one for me. I was thoroughly impressed with the disabled access. Wheelchair accessible? Check. The ramps were easy to navigate, the elevators were spacious (and actually worked!), and the rooms? Chef's kiss. Spacious, well-designed, with grab bars in the bathroom, and enough room to actually move. I'm talking wheelchair accessibility, not just a token "we put in a ramp, now pat us on the back". Plus, the restaurants were easily accessible, a huge win. I saw families with all ages, disabilities, and needs all enjoying themselves.
Rooms: My Mini-Castle (Or, You Know, Just a Room)
Okay, let's talk ROOMS. The free Wi-Fi? Praise be! Seriously. And it actually worked in my room. I'm talking Netflix binging and uploading Instagram stories without that infuriating buffering circle of doom. The room itself? Generally well-appointed, though a bit… sterile? It reminded me of a modern art museum, a bit too minimalist for my taste. I needed a little more personality. The blackout curtains were a godsend for sleeping in, and I loved the mini-bar filled with overpriced goodies!
The Food & Drink Situation: A Culinary Adventure (Mostly)
Restaurants, Bars, & Snacking: You're spoiled for choice here. The buffet? A beautiful beast. I'm not a buffet person, but this one was surprisingly good - a real "eat everything" situation. The a la carte restaurant? A bit more… formal. I tried the Asian cuisine and it was amazing. Amazing. The staff was really kind and attentive to detail! The poolside bar? Well, it was a poolside bar. It had the essential cocktails and enough snacks to fuel a small army.
Breakfast: I went for the buffet, because, hey, I’m on holiday! The spread was vast, offering Western and Asian options. The coffee? Strong enough to raise the dead. The "Breakfast in Room" option? Sadly, I didn’t try it, but it’s good to have if you’re feeling particularly lazy.
Happy Hour: Very nice.
Ways to Relax: Where the Magic Happens (Maybe…)
The Spa: Right, the spa. This is where things get… interesting. The spa! I had the best massage of my life! The pool with a view was heavenly. There were lots of ways to relax. I spent half a day in the sauna and steamroom and came out feeling like a new person.
The Fitness Center: I peaked my head in there, but… let's just say my gym time was spent in the spa. I’m sure it’s lovely if you actually like exercise.
Cleanliness & Safety: Are We Gonna Survive This?
Okay, this is the big one, especially in these post-pandemic times. They tried. They really, truly tried. Hand sanitizer everywhere. Staff wearing masks. Daily disinfection. The individually-wrapped food options gave me serious "future apocalypse" vibes. I saw the room sanitization, and all of that. Were they perfect? Maybe not. But the effort was there, and that counts for a lot. They were clearly taking this seriously.
For the Kids (and the Kid in You):
Family-friendly? Yes! There were kids everywhere, and they seemed to be having a blast. The babysitting service? A nice touch for parents who desperately need a break (or the spa!). Kids facilities? They had enough.
Services and Conveniences: The Nitty-Gritty
- Daily Housekeeping: Spot on. My room was always clean, fresh towels magically appeared, and my scattered belongings were miraculously put away. I think that was more welcome than the spa treatment.
- Concierge: Super helpful, especially when I needed recommendations.
- Laundry Service: Yes, thank goodness!
- Cashless Payment: Essential, but was working out the kinks. Bring some cash, just in case.
Getting Around:
The convenience of the airport transfer was a huge plus. The car park was also a nice bonus, even though I didn’t have a car.
The Verdict: The Messy Truth
Okay, so, overall? [Hotel Name] is a solid choice. It's got its flaws - and I'm not going to sugarcoat anything - but it's also got a lot going for it. The accessibility is top-notch, the spa is divine, the food is (mostly) excellent, and the safety measures are reassuring. Is it perfect? Nope. But it's definitely worth considering, especially if you're looking for a relaxing getaway. Am I coming back? Possibly… I’m going to need a serious massage after this review, though.
Escape to the Rockies: Your Perfect Alamosa Getaway at Hampton Inn!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your average, sterile travel itinerary. This is life, Thekkady style, and we're about to get gloriously, wonderfully messy. We're staying at Hotel MountainHues, which, let's be honest, sounds like a resort run by a Tolkien enthusiast. Let's see how it goes…
The Gloriously Unpredictable Thekkady Extravaganza: MountainHues Edition
Day 1: Arrival, Anticipation, and the Unbearable Sweetness of Uncertainty
- Morning (aka, whenever the heck we finally land): ARRIVAL! Cochin airport (COK). Praying my tiny suitcase doesn't get lost again. Last time in India it took a week to find my leopard print socks. These were my favorite socks! The driver from MountainHues is supposed to be there. Fingers crossed he speaks enough English to understand my desperate plea for chai and a decent bathroom break. I'm picturing the winding road… and, hopefully, a dramatic first glimpse of the Western Ghats. Oh, the anticipation! It's killing me.
- Afternoon (or, The Great Chai Quest): Check-in at MountainHues. Okay, the lobby does look like it was painted by a rainbow… in a good way? Let's find out. Hopefully, the room has a view. More importantly, does it have AC? Tropical heat is NO JOKE. Also, IMMEDIATELY launch a reconnaissance mission for chai. Every single guide book I've read says the chai here is divine. I will be the judge of that. Maybe sneak in a samosa while I'm at it…
- Late Afternoon/Evening (The Spice Market and the First Bites of Bliss): After a short rest, finally decide a Spice Market is in order. I had a local driver so hopefully the experience is authentic. And I am sure I will get an amazing deal on the spices like cardamom and clove. After the market, a bit of walking around. Perhaps, dinner at the hotel restaurant. And a glass of local wine. I’m exhausted. I am really hoping the bed is comfortable.
Day 2: The Periyar Tiger Reserve - Or, My Brush with Boredom and…Elephants?!
- Early Morning (Rise and Shine… or, More Like Drag Myself out of Bed): Ugh, alarms are the enemy. But, it's the Periyar Tiger Reserve. I'm signed up for the (gulp) boat ride. People rave about seeing tigers. I’m more of a sloths person, tbh. But wildlife is wildlife, right? Packed the binoculars, the bug spray (because, Kerala), and a healthy dose of skepticism.
- Morning (Boat Ride of Low Expectations…and Holy Crap, An Elephant!): Okay, I was prepared for slow. I was prepared for nothing. I thought it was something of a tourist trap. I was not prepared for the thrilling, humbling awe of seeing a herd of elephants at the water's edge. The perspective, the grace, just absolutely knocked me on my butt. I swear one of them looked right at me… or, maybe it was the sun. Regardless, it was magic. The low grumble of their bellies. The way the little ones stuck close to mom. Forget tigers, I was sold on the elephants. (Side note: I still don't know how I managed to take a picture that wasn't a blurry mess.)
- Afternoon (The Periyar Nature Walk of Doubt): Okay, so this was a bit less inspiring. The "nature walk". I felt like I would see all the wonderful things in the forest. But the guide was talking too much and the heat was too intense. I did manage to spot a bird! It was red.
- Evening (Food and Reflection): Dinner. The hotel food is okay. Reflection time. Did I really see those elephants?
Day 3: Bamboo Rafting and the Unexpected Joy of Being Wet and Silly
- Morning (The Anticipation Builds…Again): Today: BAMBOO RAFTING! I've seen the pictures. They are gorgeous. Water, sun, nature. What could go wrong? Well, probably everything, if my track record is anything to go by. But, I'm choosing to be optimistic. Packed waterproof everything. And a sense of humor, cuz I trip a lot.
- Mid-Morning (Bamboo Raft… Success!): Okay, this was genuinely, wonderfully fun. The slow current, the gentle sway of the bamboo, the lush greenery all around. It was the perfect antidote to the hustle and bustle of, well, everything. I might have even tried to help row a little… which ended up with me accidentally splashing the guide. (Oops!)
- Afternoon (Back to the Hotel and Some Down Time): I am happy to relax in the afternoon. Maybe have a massage, or take a nap. Or maybe just watch some TV.
- Evening (The Finale, and a Slightly Sad Farewell): Dinner at the hotel. Take a leisurely stroll around the property. I think I am starting to feel real, true relaxation now.
Day 4: Departure and the Lingering Scent of Cardamom
Morning (The Bitter Sweet Goodbye): Check out from MountainHues. The final chai. I wish I could take some of that view with me. The drive back to Cochin – time to replay the amazing events of the last few days.
Afternoon (Cochin and Home): A flight home from Cochin.
Evening (The Journey Back… and Already Planning a Return): Flight back home. So, yeah, Thekkady was amazing. And I think I have come to the conclusion that I need to go back. Important Notes (aka, My Ramblings):
Food, Food, Glorious Food: Be adventurous! Try everything! Even the things that look a little… suspect. You won't regret it. Or maybe you will. But hey, that's part of the fun!
Embrace the Chaos: Things won't always go according to plan. Accept it. Embrace the unexpected detour. You might just stumble upon your favorite memory.
Take Pictures, But Also…: Put down the phone. Breathe it in. Live in the moment. Let the memories, not the likes, be your souvenir.
Be Kind to Yourself: You're traveling. You're going to be tired, sometimes cranky, and probably look like a drowned rat at least once. It's okay. You’re human.
So, there you have it. My gloriously messy, completely honest, and hopefully entertaining itinerary for Thekkady. Wish me luck. And maybe, just maybe, I'll come back with some actual good photos. (No promises.)
Escape to Paradise: Nese Hotel, Your Cesme Getaway Awaits!
Why did you even *start* playing the ukulele? Sounds like something my grandma would do.
Okay, okay, I get it. Ukulele = Hawaiian shirts and cheesy singalongs, right? Well, partly true. But, and this is embarrassing, I was at a particularly low point. My life felt… blah. Everything was just beige. I saw this tiny, adorable ukulele in a shop window, all bright colors and promising simplicity. My brain, in its beige-induced stupor, thought, "Tiny instrument... easy to learn... maybe I can escape the crushing monotony of my existence…" Yes, it was that dramatic. Turns out, escaping crushing monotony is HARDER than it looks.
Was it actually *easy* to learn? Because, you know… the "easy" part is what lured me in.
HAHAHAHAHA. Easy. Oh, you sweet summer child. Look, the *basics* are arguably easy. Strumming. Chords (sort of – more on that later). But get ready for finger pain! Like, genuinely debilitating finger pain. My fingertips felt like they were permanently bruised for the first, oh, six months? I remember trying to open a jar of pickles and failing miserably. My ukulele was laughing at me, I swear. And then, there's the coordination… your right hand strumming, your left hand contorting into weird shapes… it's a dance, a clumsy, frustrating dance. So… not as easy as the marketing brochures implied. But still… doable.
What kind of ukulele should I get if I decide to inflict this on myself?
Okay, this is important. DON'T skimp. I did. I bought the cheapest soprano ukulele I could find. It sounded like a rusty can and had a neck that was warped enough to give Picasso nightmares. Seriously, spend a little more. A concert ukulele is a good starting point – bigger than a soprano, which gives you a bit more room. Solid wood is better than laminate, but also more expensive. Do your research! Read reviews! Don't be like me and end up with a musical instrument that sounds like a distressed seagull. Oh, and definitely get a tuner. Trust me on this one. Trust me.
What's the hardest thing about learning ukulele, in your very humble opinion?
Okay, here's the truth. It's not the finger pain, although that’s a contender. It's the frickin' chords. Specifically, the *transitioning* between them. You’re happily strumming along, feeling like you're actually making music, then BAM! You need to switch from a C chord to a G7, and suddenly your fingers are flailing about like confused octopuses. I swear, I spent a good three days just practicing the C-G7-Am sequence. I started to dream in chords. Nightmare fuel, people. Absolute nightmare fuel. And then, just when you think you've mastered it, you find out there are *different* ways to play the same chords. It's a rabbit hole of ukulele madness, I tell you.
Did you ever feel like giving up? And if so, what stopped you?
Oh, sweet Jesus, yes. There were moments – plural, many – where I wanted to toss that ukulele out the window (and probably would have, if I hadn’t spent so much money on it). Feeling like you’re making sounds that vaguely resemble a strangled cat is… demoralizing. There was this one specific time, I was trying to learn "Hallelujah" (every beginner's rite of passage, apparently) and couldn't get past the first chord change. Finger pain, sloppy strumming, a song I adored turning into an absolute disaster. One particularly stormy evening, curled up on the couch, ukulele in hand, it felt like the world was just laughing *at* me. I almost gave up. But then… I remembered why I started: the need to find something new and a hope of escape of that beige. I figured if I could survive my awful, beige life, I could survive the ukulele. So, I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and played the same clumsy chords *again*. I didn't magically get better that night, but after a few weeks I could actually play the song!
What does "learning" that song mean?
Well, I can *play* it. Sort of. My version is less Jeff Buckley, more… a slightly tipsy karaoke attempt. The strumming is still a little rough around the edges. I occasionally hit the wrong chord. My voice isn’t particularly fantastic (I’ve been described as a ‘singing toad’), but I am now able to complete a whole song. And you know what? That’s enough. It's a good start. The whole process felt like a constant stream of mistakes and imperfections, of moments of sheer frustration and, on a good day, a fleeting moment of something that almost resembles beauty. And the best part? The mistakes don't matter as much anymore. I can actually play! And that, my friends and fellow ukulele-challenged musicians, is what got me from those beige feelings into a world of music.
Does the ukulele actually live up to all the hype? Is it fun?
Look. It’s complicated. It’s not as easy as it looks, it can be *infuriating*, and you'll probably sound terrible for a while. But... yes. It’s fun. There's something incredibly satisfying about actually producing music, even if it's just a few simple chords. When you finally get those chords right, when the strumming starts to feel natural, when you can (kinda) sing along without wanting to crawl into a hole of shame… it's a good feeling. And let's be honest, it's adorable. And hey, if you're lucky, it might even help you banish some of the beige from your life. Just maybe.
