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Madhuri Guest House Varanasi: My Varanasi Rollercoaster (Review!)
Okay, so Varanasi. Let’s be real, it’s not Disneyland. It’s… Varanasi. A sensory overload of colour, chaos, spirituality, and, let’s just say, unique smells. But amidst all that, I found a little haven, a surprisingly delightful escape in the form of Madhuri Guest House. And honestly? I'm still processing it all.
Let's rip off the band-aid: The Real Deal on Access, Cleanliness, and the Necessary Stuff
First off, the basics. Accessibility: While they do list "Facilities for disabled guests," I honestly didn't dig that deep. Varanasi itself… well, it ain't exactly wheelchair-friendly. The guest house itself does have an elevator, which is a lifesaver, but the real battle is navigating the streets.
Cleanliness and Safety: This is HUGE, especially these post-pandemic days, right? Madhuri really tries. They've got the whole shebang: Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, individually-wrapped food, physical distancing (attempted!), professional sanitizing, room sanitization opt-out (nice!), safe dining setup, sanitized kitchen items, staff trained in safety protocol. Look, it's not a hospital, but this ain't ignoring the elephant in the room (or the Varanasi dust). They've got hand sanitizer everywhere. My room was spotlessly clean. I mean, I peeked under the bed (judging a place is half the fun!) and found nothing scary. They even had Room sanitization opt-out available, which is a win.
Important Stuff, Like Food (Because I'm ALWAYS Hungry):
Okay, food. Let's talk food. They've got a restaurant, offering A la carte, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine, International cuisine, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine. There's a coffee shop and a bar, and the glorious Poolside bar. The breakfast [buffet] was, well, it was a buffet. Okay, maybe a decent attempt at a buffet. The coffee? Variable. Sometimes delicious, sometimes… needed more beans. But hey, this is India. Embrace the imperfection! I'm pretty sure my breakfast omelette was a spiritual experience one day.
"Things to Do, Ways to Relax" - Or, How I Accidentally Became a Spa Snob:
Now, this is where things got interesting. Madhuri actually has a freaking swimming pool [outdoor]! And a pool with a view – a little oasis. The pool? Refreshing, perfect for dipping after a day of navigating the ghats. The view? Eh… It's not the Eiffel Tower. But still, a pool in Varanasi is a luxury.
The "spa," well, it's not the Four Seasons. But hey, they have a massage, and for the price, it was a steal. I will admit, I went in expecting a half-hearted rub, but coming out… let's just say I felt ten years younger. Seriously. I had a body scrub and a body wrap… It was like all the Varanasi dust had been scrubbed off my soul. They boast Spa, Spa/sauna, Sauna, Steamroom, Fitness center, Gym/fitness, Foot bath – I only tried the spa, though. Next time!
Rooms: My Little Palace (Mostly)
The rooms? Pretty good. Air conditioning (essential), Air conditioning in public area, free Wi-Fi. They've got all the basics: Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub (didn't use it!), Blackout curtains, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mirror, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens, Additional toilet, Alarm clock, Carpeting, Closet, Interconnecting room(s) available, Smoke detector, Soundproofing (thank god, because those horns never stop!). And most importantly, Non-smoking rooms. I’m not a smoker and hate the smell.
The little things (and the big ones):
- CCTV in common areas/outside: Security seemed good.
- Cashless payment service: Helpful!
- Concierge: Super helpful for organising transport/tours.
- Daily housekeeping: Nice to come back to a tidy room after a long day.
- Doorman: Welcoming and friendly.
- Elevator: Essential!
- Food delivery: Handy when you're shattered and just want to crash.
- Front desk [24-hour]: Peace of mind.
- Luggage storage: Convenient for pre/post-check-in adventures.
- Non-smoking rooms: Thank god.
- Safety deposit boxes: Always a good idea.
- Terrace: Lovely for a sundowner (or a morning coffee).
The "Not-So-Perfect-But-Still-Good" Zone:
Okay, here's the raw truth. The Internet wasn't always lightning fast. But hey, you're in Varanasi, not Silicon Valley. Embrace the slower pace! I had to work one day, and while it could occasionally be dicey. But it was good enough for email and casual browsing.
The Verdict: Madhuri Guest House – Would I go back? Heck yes!
Look, Madhuri Guest House isn't perfect. It's not the epitome of luxury. But it's clean, safe, has decent amenities, and offers a genuine slice of calm amidst the sensory storm that is Varanasi. And after a few days navigating the ghats, trust me, you'll crave that calm.
My Unsolicited Advice for Madhuri: Keep up the good work on the cleanliness! And maybe get a coffee upgrade (just saying!).
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Escape to Paradise: Coyote Bluff Estate Awaits in Somers, MT!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to descend (or ascend, depending on your karma) into the chaotic, beautiful, and slightly sweaty heart of Varanasi, all from the surprisingly comfy (and yes, a little bit dusty) Madhuri Guest House. Here's my itinerary, or rather, the illusion of an itinerary, because let's be honest, Varanasi laughs at rigid plans.
Varanasi Whirlwind: A Semi-Coherent Schedule (and My Mental Breakdown in Progress)
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Dust Cloud (and Why My Nose is Permanently Brown Now)
Morning (or whenever I actually manage to drag myself out of bed): Arrive at Varanasi Airport (the smell of jet fuel and jasmine, a truly unique combo). Brave the pre-paid taxi gauntlet – I swear, the drivers can smell hapless tourists from a mile away. Success! Arrive at Madhuri Guest House, and it smells… earthy. Like a slightly damp ancient library. Which, actually, I kinda like.
- Imperfection: The AC unit in my room sounds like a dying walrus. I'm pretty sure it's just spewing hot air, but I'm too exhausted to argue. Plus, the view from my window? Basically, a brick wall. Classic.
Mid-Morning/Early Afternoon: Lunch at a little shack near the ghats. Ordered the thali that, according to Lonely Planet, would rock my world. It did, but mostly because it was three times spicier than anything I've ever eaten. Tears, sweat, and the burning desire to hug a bottle of water. Worth it.
- Emotional Reaction: Whoa. The sheer density of life here is overwhelming. Cows, rickshaws, chanting, and the constant, insistent buzz of…well, everything. I feel like I've been dropped into a movie, a really, really loud and vibrant one.
Afternoon: The Ghats! Oh, the Ghats! (And the relentless pleas of boatmen to sell a boat ride). Stroll along the steps, dodging errant cows and the ever-present cloud of dust. I've officially accepted that my nose is permanently brown now. Watched the Ganga Aarti ceremony at Dashashwamedh Ghat – a dazzling explosion of fire, music, and devotion. Absolutely mesmerizing, even if I did get elbowed by a particularly enthusiastic devotee.
- Quirky Observation: I swear, the monkeys here are judging me. Especially when I nearly dropped my mango lassi. The eye contact… it's intense. Also, spotted one with a tiny pair of sunglasses. I rest my case.
Evening: Dinner at Blue Lassi (duh). Ate three, and I'm not ashamed. Best lassi in the world. Maybe. Okay, probably. Followed by wandering through the narrow, winding alleyways, getting delightfully lost. Found a tiny shop selling the most incredible incense. Stocked up. (And now my bag smells like a temple…divine.)
- Messy Structure/Rambling: Tried to buy a postcard. Failed. Couldn't find a stamp. The whole thing felt like a secret mission. I think I may have asked a cow for directions. Okay, maybe I did.
Day 2: Sunrise Boat Ride (and My Near-Death Experience)
Pre-Dawn (aka, when my body really wants to be sleeping): Woke up for the sunrise boat ride. Beautiful, yes. Worth the lack of sleep? Maybe. Seeing the light dance on the river as the ghats came alive with prayer and rituals… utterly breathtaking.
- Stronger Emotional Reaction: The burning ghats… it was a stark reminder of life's impermanence. Raw, powerful, and deeply moving. I felt a profound sense of peace, and also a healthy dose of existential dread.
Morning (post-boat-ride shakes): Breakfast, or what passed for it, at a rooftop cafe. My coffee tasted like mud, but the view was spectacular, overlooking the ghats. Watched the chaos of early morning unfold.
- Anecdote/Imperfection: Nearly fell off the rooftop trying to take a good photo. My camera may have been briefly possessed by a pigeon.
Afternoon: Holy Ghee and The Great River (the doubling down, the dive in, and the eventual, blissful, muddy awakening)
Rambling:* Okay, so the main event happened here. Basically, after a morning that had me feeling all sorts of existential, I walked along the Ghats. I was tired and hot (it's always hot, let's be honest), and as I was just standing there, there was this aroma of Ghee.
Doubling Down: I started looking and saw that there was a little holy ceremony, and I thought, what the heck. I walked into the ceremony. I stood there watching the ritual. The priests were chanting I don't know what, and I started getting drawn in. There was ghee everywhere, and it smelled amazing. It was used for the fire, for the blessing. As I was drawn in, there was this pull. The pull was to swim in the Ganga.
Stream of Consciousness: Now at first, I thought, oh hell no. Too dirty, too many people, too many things… but the pull, the feeling, was getting stronger and stronger. Then, before my mind could process it, I was stripping down.
Then I'm dipping in, water is cold, I feel… pure. The water is dirty, but I don't care. The current is strong. I start swimming, getting water in my mouth (the very thought of it makes me shudder now shudder) and I don't care. I am swimming, and swimming. I am alive.
I come to shore and then, I am not sure how long I am there, as the sun is setting. There is the most beautiful sunset, and I am happy. The water is cold. But it is one of the best and most raw experiences I have ever had. I am in the Ganga river, and I am pure.
Evening: Attempted to visit a silk-weaving workshop. Got hopelessly lost in the labyrinthine backstreets. Gave up, bought some chai from a street vendor, and sat on the steps of a temple, watching the world go by. Felt strangely content.
- Opinionated/Natural Pacing: Okay, let's face it, shopping here is intense. Everyone wants to sell you something. You have to haggle. I’m terrible at it. But hey, I walked away with a scarf!
Day 3: Departure (and the lingering scent of incense and regret)
Morning: Final cup of chai on the rooftop. Say goodbye to my new monkey friends. Attempted to pack my bag, but found a whole bunch of dust, which I'm now convinced is a souvenir.
Mid-Morning: Headed to the airport – this time, took an auto-rickshaw. The ride was a white-knuckle experience that included a near collision with a water buffalo.
Final Thought: Varanasi is a place that gets under your skin. It's messy, it's challenging, it's overwhelming, and yet… I wouldn't trade a single second. I leave with a slightly brown nose, a heart full of memories, and a burning desire to return. And maybe, just maybe, I'll learn how to haggle next time.
Minor Categories: Food, Drink, and More Rambling:* I skipped some meals, the spicy thali was great, and Blue Lassi is actually the best. Chai from the street vendors is a must. I forgot my sunscreen. Now I’m a lobster. And everything is dirty (but in a good way). Sigh I'll miss this place.
So, like, *actually* owning a Corgi. Is it all fluffy butts and sunshine rainbows?
HA! Oh, honey. If you think owning a Corgi is *only* about fluffy butts and rainbows, bless your optimistic heart. Look, there's definitely a *lot* of fluffy butt. And the sunshine? Well, depends on whether they've just rolled in something delightful in the yard. (Spoiler alert: they have.) I've had Maisie, my little fluffball of questionable decisions, for five years. It's been a rollercoaster. Like, a rollercoaster built by a toddler with a sugar addiction.
One minute you’re gazing lovingly at their perfect little sausage-leg stance, the next you’re frantically scrubbing… well, everything… because apparently, "marking territory" sometimes means the entire *interior* of your car. Don't ask.
Are they… hard to train? Because I saw that viral video of the Corgi doing the skateboard thing…
Okay, that video. THAT VIDEO. Yeah, it’s adorable. And yes, they *can* be trained… in theory. Maisie, bless her cotton socks, is a master of selective hearing. "Sit"? Maybe. "Stay"? If you leave her alone for a solid five minutes. "Leave the dead bird you found in the garden ALONE"? Absolutely NOT. Honestly, the trick isn't so much training *them*, but training *yourself* to be incredibly patient and to accept that your Corgi will, at times, be much smarter than you. You will feel like you're battling a fluffy, four-legged mastermind. It's exhausting. And yet, the joy they bring… I wouldn't trade it for anything. Except maybe a lifetime supply of dog-proof furniture.
The shedding... I've heard a lot about the shedding…
Right. The shedding. Think of it as a lifestyle. A *very* hairy lifestyle. Seriously, I've vacuumed my entire house, like, twice this week. And there's still enough Corgi fur to knit a small, but surprisingly warm, sweater. I’m not even exaggerating. It's a constant battle. You will find stray Corgi fluff in places you never imagined. Your coffee? Fur. Your bed? Fur. That antique vase you adore? Fur. It’s everywhere! Embrace it. Become one with the fluff. Learn to love the feeling of a little piece of Corgi clinging to your clothes – it's a constant, furry reminder of your love.
I've often considered investing in a fur-specific robot vacuum, but then I remember that Maisie would probably try to hump it, so...
What's the deal with the barking? Because I live in an apartment…
OH GOD. The barking. Okay, apartment dwellers. Listen. Corgis? They bark. A LOT. They bark at the mailman, they bark at the wind, they bark at their own shadows. Maisie, bless her heart, once barked at a particularly aggressive ceiling fan.
My neighbors probably hate me. I’ve tried everything. Training, toys, distracting tactics. Nothing works consistently. Honestly, the best I’ve managed is to create a system of bribes. Extra treats for quiet time? It works *sometimes*. But be prepared for your apartment building to become your dog's personal amphitheater. It's a gamble. Are you prepared to constantly apologize for the incessant yipping that will inevitably echo through the corridors?
Are they good with kids? I have, like, a small army of tiny humans…
It *depends*. Like, seriously. Dog personalities are like people – some are naturally amazing with kids, some… not so much. Maisie LOVES kids. LOVES them. She sees them as walking, squawking, treat-dispensing machines. She'll herd 'em (yes, they *will* herd), she'll play with them, she'll tolerate being dressed up in ridiculous outfits (the ultimate sacrifice). She tolerates it more than enjoys it. But I've heard horror stories, so research your breeder. Socialize your dog. Supervise EVERYTHING, even if you *think* they're best buddies. Every dog and every child is different! A tired dog is a good dog, remember that! And always have a stash of earplugs on hand. Just in case.
Okay, okay, but what about... the *cuteness*? Tell me about the Cuteness Factor™...
Are you even *kidding* me? The Cuteness Factor™ is off the charts. The little legs? The fluffy butts? The goofy grin? The *wiggle* when they get excited? It's overwhelming. It's like living with a tiny, furry sunbeam. Honestly, sometimes I just sit there, staring at Maisie, overcome with a wave of unadulterated adoration. It's genuinely ridiculous. I catch myself cooing at her, telling her she's the most perfect creature in the universe, and then I remember I'm an adult. But I don't care. The cuteness makes up for everything. EVERYTHING. The shedding, the barking, the occasional territorial car-pissing incident. (Okay, maybe not *everything*.) The point is, they're impossibly, undeniably, heart-meltingly cute. And that, my friends, is a very powerful weapon in the ongoing battle for your heart and your sanity. Good luck! You'll need it!
Anything I'm not thinking about? Any hidden costs?
Oh, yes. The hidden costs. And there are a LOT. Beyond food, vet bills (which, let's be honest, are more frequent than you'd like), and toys that will be destroyed in approximately 3 days, you're looking at… a new car interior (possibly, see above). You'll need to budget for a dog-hair-specific lint roller that you will use every single day for the rest of your existence. You'll need to figure out insurance, because there's always the possibility your boisterous, adorable little terror will bite someone (even if it's just a mailman). Good dog insurance is pricey. And be prepared for the emotional costs! The constant worry about their health, the guilt when you leave them home alone, the *absolute soul-crushing devastation* that will hit you when they inevitably, eventually, grow old. It's gonna hurt. A lot. But it’s worth it? Yes. Absolutely. 100%.
See, here's the thing: owning a Corgi is not for the faint of heart. It's messy, chaotic, expensive, and sometimes, utterly infuriating. But then they look at you with those big, brown eyes, and you're doneHotel Near Me Search
