Made up of sea and sand, interspersed with red-tiled white washed bungalows, Manori was my answer to a serene ambience close to Bombay. We were a group of some 18 people, staying in a rented bungalow Rockdale. Walking up the gravel-lined walkway brought to my mind that the place does live up to its name. Its walls are covered almost entirely in medium-sized rocks – someone must have had the foresight to create a bungalow for weekend holidayers like us.
The holiday was sessions of barbeque, a bonfire night, games, songs and grooving to the music and the all-time favourite game of UNO! And mother of all surprises was the beach. Pristine and empty even on a weekend. Just the kind of place I’d love to rediscover myself! As I walked up to where the water reached my knees, and climbed the rock in the middle, I must have looked like the queen of the world! :)
Day 2 was a quieter session, walking through the famed Manoribel Resort, which, with its hammocks completed the recipe of the almost perfect vacation!
I occupied No. 109 and guess the only missing element was my Ipod & current read! And the beach leading from here felt like a mud spa, or some kinda’ foot reflexology.In more than one ways, Manori reminded me of my 1st trip to Phuket, Thailand with its serene and un-crowded beaches. And I will go back – for the sea, the cottages and the hammock wherein in lay and dream away…
3 comments:
you look quite chilled out on the hammock!
... and it would have been heaven, had that 'one' you talked about in ur last entry been around! :-)
OO!! I LOVE the ocean :)
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