Green redefined

The Lalit Resort and Spa. Photo: Special Arrangement  

In India, the road to paradise is generally a bumpy one. And so it was when we stumbled on Bekal, a two-hour drive from Mangalore airport. Unhurried and virtually un-trodden, this North Kerala destination is mantled in an air of delicious seclusion. When we were there in the rains, Bekal oozed lashings of romance; there was a sense of abundant time, lazily ticking away amid lush nature. At present, the destination has just one uber luxe hotel — The Lalit Resort and Spa to showcase its pristine pleasures.

We drove into the Lalit Resort which unfolded like an arresting narrative. Water is a recurring motif there with lagoons (which double up as rain water harvesting pools) sparkling amid sloping-roof villas and the Nombili river encircling it on three sides. In the distance, the sea, fringed by a skein of pearl-white sand, crashed on breakers, sounding like the cymbals of a symphony orchestra. We sipped our welcome drink — coconut water from the resort's own trees (there are reportedly 2,800), in the spacious wood-beamed lobby. We asked politely if sugar had been added for we had never tasted such sweet coconut water before. The sweetness comes from the fertile soil, we were told.

The Lalit brand of understated elegance builds on the premise that space and tranquillity are the 21st century's concept of ultimate luxury. The 37 villas spread languidly on 26 acres and all the spacious artfully decorated rooms come with private Jacuzzis and other amenities amid the encircling green. (There's even a kettuvallom or traditional houseboat for a holiday with an aquatic feel.) Every morning we would awake to the chirping of birds and enjoy our morning cuppa on our private patio.

Our personal butler who was quaintly called a “holiday host” was always at hand to take us to the Nombili Restaurant in a golf cart or to the meditation pagoda, the spa or even the bird watching point located amid a dreamscape of rockeries and curved wood bridges, dense coconut groves and flowers that were as colourful as a child's Christmas card.

Over the next few days, we watched Brahminy kites revel in aerial calisthenics above the resort and glittering kingfishers poised to catch the tiny fish that leapt in and out of the river; skimmed the river in a kayak and reached the sea bordered by a palm-lined beach.

Round the year

One can vacation in Bekal any time of the year, dance in the rains Bollywood style, cuddle in the winter, enjoy the sun in summer... The Lalit Resort provides another incentive — get away for a spa-cum-leisure holiday. The resort's 20,000 sq.ft. Rejuve spa with 13 treatment rooms, relaxation lounge, a pool is agleam with the promise of creating a new “you.”

There's state-of-the-art medical equipment, while an Ayurvedic doctor, yoga instructor, dietician and therapists, trained in Ayurveda and international spa therapies, are in attendance for guests looking to lose weight, detox or rejuvenate. We tried the signature massage which combined the long swooping strokes of traditional Ayurveda with the deeper ones of Swedish massage. Soon we emerged with skin as smooth as a baby's bottom.

The massages, wraps and scrubs are complemented with flavourful spa cuisine... Ever tried a Caesar's salad embellished with grilled fish mantled in Kerala spices? Or the local nutritious njavara rice with Kerala fish curry presented like a work of art? We savoured delectable meals in romantic locations, under a flowing canopy near the helipad, on the houseboat and in the gazebo of the meditation pagoda. A romantic table for two in the restaurant and even a traditional sadya (a multi-course vegetarian feast) was served on special request.

Yes, a holiday in Bekal can be multi-faceted — we adopted a beachcomber pace, indulged in the zen of doing nothing and marvelled how the colour green has been redefined in these parts. On our last but one day we headed out of the resort for a spell of sightseeing, drove past sun-dappled woods and palm tree-etched beaches where birds called from unseen depths and the rays of a sleepy sun warmed us after a rain-lashed day.

Crocodile tale

Thirty kilometres away from the resort is the charming Ananthapuram Lake temple, a tiered roof temple seemingly adrift in the middle of a lake. Here myth, mystique and legend intertwined, the seven idols are made of 64 Ayurvedic ingredients, the priest related. Men have to enter bare-chested and all devotees must remove their footwear. Outside the temple, it was painful to walk on pebbly terrain but we went in search of Babiya, a vegetarian crocodile with a passion for rice balls.

When its predecessor was shot dead by a British soldier in 1945, Babiya mysteriously appeared the next day, even though the dead reptile had never had a mate. Babiya did not grace us with a darshan and continued to loll discreetly in the water.

The next day we left the Edensque corner of Kerala, having glimpsed a world that might never come back. As we flew back to Mumbai, we wondered if we really wanted to tell people about this one-of-a-kind haven or jealously guard the secret to ourselves!

Our code of editorial values

Related Topics
This article is closed for comments.
Please Email the Editor

Printable version | Jan 16, 2022 7:37:15 AM |

Next Story