Escape to Royalty: India's Palace Hotel Awaits
Escape to Royalty: India's Palace Hotel – A Messy, Honest, and Totally Worth It Review
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from… well, let's just call it a Palace Hotel in India. And let me tell you, it was an experience. Forget those perfectly polished travel blogs, because I'm here to give you the real, gloriously messy, and often bewildering truth. This place? It's got palaces, it's got hotels, and it probably should have a warning label for how much you'll want to stay.
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Accessibility:
Alright, let's rip the band-aid off first. Accessibility is a thing here, but with a huge, flashing asterisk. Wheelchair accessible? Technically, yes, but… the definition of "accessible" seems to be interpreted loosely. There are elevators, ramps, and rooms designated as accessible. But navigating the sprawling property can be a workout in itself. Some ramps felt like they were built for Olympic athletes, and certain areas were clearly… less than ideal. It seemed like they tried – and I appreciate the effort – but you still might need a sherpa. Elevator: ✅ (Mostly!)
The good news? Facilities for disabled guests? They've got them – roll-in showers, grab bars etc. The front desk Facilities for disabled guests was at least, prepared with a smile of helpness.
On-site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: This is another mixed bag. Some restaurants had easy access, while others… well, let's just say I was glad I wasn’t reliant on a wheelchair for some of them. A table nearby had a serious "incident". The staff was on top of it!
Internet & Tech Woes (Oh, India, My Love):
Internet. Don't get me started. Let's just say, the Wi-Fi [free] in all rooms was a godsend because it’s not a given in a place as magnificent as this. Wi-Fi in public areas? Spotty. Internet [LAN]? Didn't try it, honestly, after the first bout of Wi-Fi rage. I even paid extra for Internet services, but I couldn't even stream a cat video without buffering agony. But hey, you are there for a reason. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! (Thank GOD.) And you can still use Internet access.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Because, Food!):
Okay, let's talk food. Because what's a Palace Hotel without a feast?
- Asian breakfast? Absolutely. I had the most delicious, spicy dosa I have ever tasted. And then, the next day, something else.
- Breakfast [buffet]? Yes. Glorious, over-the-top, carbs-are-a-necessity buffet.
- Western breakfast? Also available. I stuck with the exotic, never a regret.
- Restaurants: Lots of them. Asian cuisine in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, and a Vegetarian restaurant. Something for everyone.
- Room service [24-hour]? Yes! And I may or may not have ordered a midnight snack of butter chicken (don't judge me).
- Coffee shop, Snack bar, Poolside bar: All present and accounted for. Bottle of water: provided, but I'm pretty sure I drank my weight in it.
- Desserts in restaurant: Oh. My. God. The desserts. I am still dreaming of them. Specifically, the kulfi. Happy hour was a welcome addition, especially after a long day of palace-ing (is that a word?).
- A la carte in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant, Salad in restaurant, Soup in restaurant: All the options. Prepare your stomach. Prepare your wallet. Prepare for the feeling that you might be getting too pampered.
Cleanliness and Safety (Because, COVID, Am I Right?):
Okay, let's tackle the elephant in the room: COVID. I was pleasantly surprised.
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Rooms sanitized between stays, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment: All evident and reassuring.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. Everywhere. I think I could have sanitized my entire luggage collection.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Mostly observed, although it got a bit crowded at the breakfast buffet during peak hours.
- Safe dining setup: Pretty good. Tables were spaced out, and staff wore masks.
- Cashless payment service: Convenient.
- Breakfast takeaway service: Didn't need it, but nice to know it was available.
- Individually-wrapped food options: Check.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Noted, but I actually appreciated the extra cleaning.
- The Hygiene certification was displayed.
- Didn't use the Doctor/nurse on call, but good to know that's there.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax (Because, Pampering Yourself):
This is where things get really good.
- Spa, Sauna, Steamroom, Massage, Body scrub, Body wrap: Yes, yes, yes, and YES! I basically became a human raisin in the best possible way. Spa/sauna was AMAZING.
- Pool with view, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: The pool was beautiful, and I spent a solid afternoon floating around, contemplating the meaning of life… or maybe just what I was going to eat for dinner,
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness: They had a gym, which I intended to use, but… see above (re: raisins). However, I did a serious of situps from the deck overlooking the pool.
- Foot bath: Divine. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
A Moment on the Massage (Stream of Consciousness):
Seriously, the massage. Forget the rest of the world. Close your eyes, and imagine the scent of jasmine oil… the skilled hands working out every knot… the gentle music… I’m not normally the type to get emotional about a massage, but this was… transformative. It wasn't just a massage; it was a journey. I think I may have even fallen asleep for a bit. Okay, I definitely fell asleep. And when I woke up, I felt like a brand new person. I had a real moment of transcendence. I'm not even kidding. I think I may have entered a higher plane of consciousness! I just wish it could last forever. I would have paid double. I’m still trying to figure out how to have that massage on repeat!
Services and Conveniences (The Extras):
- Concierge: Extremely helpful and friendly. They knew everything, and could get anything.
- Daily housekeeping: Impeccable. Coming back to a spotless room every day was a real treat.
- Doorman: Always there to greet you with a smile.
- Laundry service, Dry cleaning, Ironing service: Everything you need to look your best (or at least, presentable).
- Air conditioning in public area, Elevator: Essential.
- Currency exchange: Convenient.
- Cash withdrawal: Available.
- Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes: Secure.
- Meeting/banquet facilities, Business facilities: If you need to mix business with pleasure (which, let's be honest, you might).
- Food delivery: They'll bring you anything.
- The Convenience store was stocked with all the essentials.
- Gift/souvenir shop: To bring home something for your family.
- Smoking area: if you need it.
- Terrace: for chilling.
- On-site event hosting: If you are hosting a party.
For the Kids:
- Babysitting service, Kids facilities, Kids meal, Family/child friendly: They seemed happy to have the kids, and lots of families there.
Rooms (The Royal Chambers):
- **Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're throwing a travel itinerary for the Hotel Princes' Palace in India straight into the blender of chaos that is my brain. This isn't going to be some perfectly curated Instagram grid, this is going to be… well, me.
Hotel Princes' Palace, India: My Attempt at Not Screwing This Up (Probably Gonna Fail)
Phase 1: Arrival & "OMG, It's Actually Real!" (Day 1)
- Morning (Pre-Dawn Chaos): Wake up at 3 AM (because apparently my internal clock is a sadist) and spend an hour battling my suitcase. You know, the whole "am I forgetting EVERYTHING?!" panic. Finally, stuff everything in - looking like a packing prodigy, because I have learned from a good friend, who has travelled the world (he told me a good suitcase goes further than a bad one). Head to the airport. Coffee is a must. Pray the flight isn't delayed. (Already know it will be)
- Afternoon (Touchdown & Taxis of Doom): Land in [Insert City Here - I haven't even decided yet, I'm still planning, okay?]. Breathe. (The air quality might be questionable, depending on the city… let's be optimistic!) Find the pre-booked airport transfer. Cross fingers it appears because public transport is so far out the question. The taxi, however, drives like a rollercoaster on steroids. White knuckles, people. White knuckles.
- Late Afternoon (The Lobby, The Verdict): Arrive at Hotel Princes' Palace! (Hopefully, it’s as grand as the pictures.) Stare at the lobby, gawk for a full minute, then fumble through check-in. Hopefully, my room isn't facing the noisy street. Try to remember I'm on vacation. This is supposed to be fun! Take a shower if there's hot water. (No one wants to know I'm grumpy from being jetlagged).
- Evening (The First Taste, The First Impasse): Dinner at the hotel restaurant. (Or, if I'm feeling adventurous and brave, I'll actually consider leaving the hotel). The menu seems overwhelming. Order something "safe." (Because I am not a food risk-taker, alright?) Pray it tastes amazing. If it tastes like sadness, I'm ordering room service samosas.
Phase 2: Exploration & Existential Meal Planning (Days 2-4)
- Days 2-4 (The "Must-Sees" & The "Oh, I Probably Shouldn't Have Eaten That" Moments): This is where things get messy. I'll try to do some sightseeing. Temples, forts, markets - the whole shebang.
- The Golden Temple : Oh my god, the sheer beauty, the golden light - it's a sensory overload! I spend hours just wandering around, absorbing it. (This is where I think the "wanderer" in me thrives. Okay, let's see, what's for lunch?).
- The Food Stalls : Oh, the food. That chaat… that samosa… oh my god. The spices are a symphony that will leave me happily dancing in my room when I get back. (Remember that I ate a street pastry which may or may not have been the smartest decision of my life). BUT THAT IS THE LIFE!
- Shopping, Shopping, and More Shopping: The temptation is REAL y'all. I am not sure if my luggage will hold all the purchases. (The hotel staff will probably know the extent of my purchases).
- The Imperfection Angle: The rickshaws will be dusty, the heat will be oppressive, and I'll probably feel overwhelmed at least once a day. Maybe twice. I'll get lost. I'll mispronounce words. I'll eat something that gives me… well, let's just call it a "digestive adventure." And that's okay. That's the story.
Phase 3: "Finding Zen" (and Possibly Losing It) (Days 5-6)
- Days 5-6 (The Hotel Life, The "Chillax" Attempts, The Potential for Boredom): Gotta try to relax at the hotel. Spa day! Pool time! Reading a book (maybe).
- The Spa Experience (An Honest Review): The hotel's spa has been getting rave reviews. So, I book a massage. Am I expecting a full-body transformation? Absolutely! Will I probably fall asleep and snore? Possibly. The real question is: will my masseuse judge my snoring? Let's hope not; she needs to understand that i can't help it!
- Poolside Bliss (or Just a Mild Sweatfest?): Sunbathing by the pool. Sounds idyllic, right? Until you realize the sun is a scorching ball of fury. But I'll still try, because, according to my doctor, I need Vitamin D.
- "Maybe I should try a cooking class?": I hear the hotel offers cooking classes. The thought of actually making the food is a little intimidating because my culinary skills don't extend much further than toast and instant noodles. But, hey, I'm here for the experience, right? (Wish me luck, I'll need it).
Phase 4: The Farewell & The Meltdown (Day 7)
- Morning (The Last Breakfast, The Existential Dread): Last breakfast. Stare longingly at the food spread, desperately trying to cram in every single thing I haven't tried yet. Start packing (again). The dread of leaving starts to creep in.
- Afternoon (The Souvenir Scramble, The Emotional Goodbye): Scramble to buy last-minute souvenirs that I definitely don't need but must have. (A tiny elephant? A silk scarf? A miniature Taj Mahal? The answer is… probably all of the above.) A final stroll through the hotel, soaking it all in. Give a longing look, even if my stay was not perfect.
- Evening (The Long Journey, The Post-Vacation Blues): Airport transfer. The flight. The long journey home. The post-vacation depression will hit hard. But I'll have memories. (Mostly, the memory of the questionable pastry).
Final Thought:
This itinerary is a suggestion, not a rigid plan. I'm going to embrace the chaos, the unexpected, and the potential for epic screw-ups. Because, let's be honest, the best travel stories are usually the ones that go hilariously wrong. This is going to be messy, imperfect, and probably a little bit insane. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Wish me luck, and if you see me, please remind me to drink water and wear sunscreen. You've been warned.
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So, Palace Hotels in India, huh? Are we talking *actual* palaces? Like, did a Maharaja just *leave* the keys on the counter and say, "Have at it?"
Okay, let's get this straight. Yes, some of these places *were* actual palaces. Like, built-by-Maharajas-for-their-own-pleasure palaces. Others are converted Havelis (grand mansions) or historic buildings with a royal-adjacent history. The "Maharaja left the keys" scenario is, sadly, an exaggeration. Though, I DID spend a bit too long imagining a slightly disheveled, possibly hungover Maharaja just sighing and handing over the keys to a very bewildered bellhop. The reality is often more polished (and involves a LOT of staff!), but the history is *absolutely* there. You're walking where, at one point, power and privilege resided. And let me tell you, it gives you a weird buzz. You can practically feel the ghosts of opulence swirling around you.
Alright, alright… budget? Because, let’s be real, I don't have a Maharaja's bank account.
Okay, let's talk money. This is where the glamorous facade starts to crack a bit. "Escape to Royalty" doesn't exactly scream "budget travel." But, and this is a big BUT, you *can* find varying price points. Some places are eye-wateringly expensive, the kind of places where a single cocktail could fund a month's rent in, say, a place that doesn't have a solid gold toilet (though some might!). Others are… surprisingly reasonable, especially if you travel during the off-season. It depends on your definition of "reasonable," really. Think of it like this: you're paying for the experience, the history, the service. And, let's be honest, the bragging rights. Just, seriously, *budget*. I saw a breakfast buffet that could feed a small army… and then the bill arrived. I almost choked on my perfectly-poached egg.
Okay, what about the *experience*? Is it all just fancy everything, or is there more to it? Anything *real*?
Here's the thing: it's a *mix*. Fancy everything is definitely on the menu. Think: courtyards with reflecting pools, staff literally anticipating your every need (I swear, they could tell when I was thinking about needing more water), and rooms that could comfortably house a small village. But…it's also more than that. You're immersed in history. You're exposed to a different culture. You meet fascinating people.
I remember one evening, I was wandering the grounds of a palace hotel (get this, I was *lost*), utterly bewitched by the architecture. Suddenly, an old gentleman, impeccably dressed, with a walking stick and a knowing smile, asked if I needed help. He turned out to be the descendant of the original owner! And he regaled me with stories of his family, of the palace's history, of the ups and downs of royalty. That was a real moment. That's the kind of thing you *can't* buy.
The food! Is the food as ridiculously amazing as I'm imagining? And, more importantly, do they cater for picky eaters? (I may or may not be one...)
Oh. My. God. The food… Okay, deep breath. The food is… generally fantastic. And, yes, ridiculously amazing is an accurate description. Think: spices you've never heard of, dishes you wouldn't dare attempt to pronounce, and flavors that explode in your mouth. The variety is staggering. From traditional Rajasthani thalis to European-influenced haute cuisine.
Picky eaters? Well, that's where things get interesting. Most luxury hotels are *very* accommodating. They'll likely have a western menu option. But… and this is a big BUT… you'd be doing yourself a *massive* disservice. Honestly, be brave! Try something you've never tried before. I was terrified of the spiced yogurt drink, lassi, at first. Now, I'm addicted. Embrace the unknown, the slightly-too-spicy, the "what-is-this-but-I-like-it" moments. They will be the best part of your trip. Seriously. Don't be *that* person who orders chicken nuggets. You’re in *India*! Live a little!
What about the service? Is it as… over-the-top as it sounds?
You'll be coddled, pampered, and catered to in ways you didn't even *know* you wanted. The service is… extraordinary. Expect personalized greetings, impeccable attention to detail, and an army of staff dedicated to making you feel like, well, royalty. This can be amazing, don't get me wrong. But… it can also be a bit overwhelming at times.
I'll give you an example. Once, I accidentally dropped a piece of toast at breakfast. Before I could even *think* about picking it up, a waiter materialized from the ether, whisked it away, and offered me a fresh piece, toasted to *exactly* the right level of golden-brown perfection. It was impressive. But also… a little unsettling. Are they *always* watching? Do they have cameras hidden in the chandeliers? Are my thoughts being analyzed?
The point is, it’s *intense*. Get ready for being treated like a… well, like someone who’s paying a whole lot of money. But it’s important to remember they're people, too! A little genuine kindness and gratitude goes a *long* way. And, tip generously. They work *hard*.
Okay, the rooms... what's the damage? Like, what's the *real* difference between a "deluxe" and a "royal suite?"
Alright, room breakdown. Let’s be brutally honest: rooms are often about ego, not actual need. The difference between "deluxe" and "royal suite" can be… significant. Deluxe rooms are usually large, comfortable, and well-appointed. Think elegant furnishings, a luxurious bathroom, maybe a balcony. Then you level up! A royal suite? We're talking multiple rooms, a private butler, a jacuzzi overlooking the city (or, you know, a very fancy garden), and possibly a fireplace built specifically for when the air conditioning feels a bit nippy.
I’ve seen *thrones*. Actual thrones. In hotel suites. Thrones! Look, the higher you go, the more ostentatious the display. It's tempting, the lure of the royal suite. But ask yourself, *do you really need a walk-in closet the size of a small apartment*? Honestly, a well-appointed deluxe room is usually plenty. Unless you're actually… you know… royalty. Then, by all means, go for the gold-plated everything. I’m not judging. Much. I mean, I *wouldn't* personally, but wouldn't blame you.
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