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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a hotel review so honest, it might just blush. This isn't your polished, corporate drone review. This is real talk. I stayed somewhere, and the experience… well, let’s just say it was a rollercoaster fueled by overpriced mini-bar snacks and questionable decisions.

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Okay, deep breath. Let's start with the important stuff: Accessibility. This hotel, let's call it "The Grand Gilded Gecko" (because why not?), seemed to be making an effort. They ticked the boxes, sure. Wheelchair accessible? Yep, ramps where needed, elevators (thank God!), the works. But, and this is a big but, navigating the place felt like a scavenger hunt sometimes. Especially in the vast expanse of their On-site accessible restaurants / lounges. Finding the right route to the accessible seating felt more complicated than figuring out crypto. There were moments where I swear I saw a squirrel with a map looking more comfortable.

Accessibility - Okay, this is where things get… complicated. The ramps technically existed. The elevator? Worked. But the journey! Oh, the journey! It felt like a poorly designed obstacle course. And navigating the various On-site accessible restaurants and lounges was an adventure that required more patience than I possess at 7 AM.

Internet & Tech Woes… Oh, the Internet.

Let's talk about the holy grail of modern existence: Internet. And The Grand Gilded Gecko, bless its heart, tried. They boasted Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! And they did deliver on that, mostly. But the reliability? It was a mood ring in cyberspace. One minute streaming, the next buffering into oblivion. Trying to upload pictures? Forget about it. I swear, my phone was begging for a dial-up connection. They also mentioned Internet [LAN], which, honestly, who uses LAN anymore?! Maybe a legacy of the 90s? This all leads to my question regarding Internet services: Should the hotel actually offer reliable Internet access? The answer is absolutely yes.

Internet, Internet Everywhere But Not a Byte to Use: Okay, let's be honest, the Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! was, at best, a suggestion. A whisper. More often than not, it was the digital equivalent of a sloth on a treadmill. Forget about streaming – uploading a photo felt like trying to push a boulder uphill. I mean, in 2024, can we get some decent internet? Even the thought of Internet [LAN] felt like a laugh - is this 1998 or what?!

The Spa – Where Dreams (and Massages) Go… Maybe

Now, the part I was really looking forward to: the spa. The Spa, the Spa/sauna, the Sauna, the Steamroom, all promised a sanctuary of relaxation. And they did partially deliver. The Body scrub? Lovely, until the therapist, bless her heart, accidentally used a pumice stone on my…well, let's just say I felt like a freshly sanded oak table for the rest of the day. The Massage? Decent, although the ambient whale music started to induce a mild existential crisis around minute 45. The Pool with view was stunning, a genuine highlight.

Spa Shenanigans and the Quest for Zen (Spoiler: I didn't find it). I decided to splurge on the spa, dreaming of pure bliss. The promise of a Body scrub initially got my hopes up, but then, ouch! It felt like they were trying to sandblast my skin. The Massage was okay, but the whale music started to grate on my nerves. I think it was the whales' mournful cries. I'm not sure if I could get into the proper mood for the Sauna or Steamroom because of this. The Pool with view was gorgeous, though.

Things To Do: More Like Ways to Survive.

So, what else did they offer? The Fitness center was… adequate. Basic machines. Nothing fancy. The Pool with view was pretty, though. A nice spot to sip a lukewarm cocktail and contemplate the meaning of life, or at least the meaning of this hotel.

The Restaurant Rundown - A Culinary Adventure (of Sorts):

The dining situation was… an experience. The Breakfast [buffet] was a chaotic symphony of humanity. The Asian breakfast was pretty good, to be honest. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was plentiful, thank heavens. The Restaurants: There were several, ranging from the somewhat decent to, shall we say, gastronomically challenged.

Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, and the Existential Dread of Buffet Food: Okay, let's talk food. The Breakfast [buffet] was an exercise in patience and strategic scavenging. The queue for the omelet station was a blood sport, and the coffee tasted like yesterday's news. The offerings for Asian breakfast were good, and there were a variety of other Restaurants available but at some point the food just begins to blend together, and you wonder if your on a culinary adventure, or just a culinary endurance test.

Cleanliness & Safety - Did They Even Try?

Cleanliness and safety, during these COVID times, are obviously crucial. They touted Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Room sanitization between stays, and Staff trained in safety protocol. Okay, great. But then, I saw a housekeeper…let's just say her sanitizing technique involved a spray bottle and a vaguely optimistic hand gesture. My inner germaphobe shuddered. The Hand sanitizer stations were plentiful, at least. They should also be commended for the Cashless payment service and Safe dining setup, although the food quality… well, we've covered that.

The Safety Dance - Did They Pass the Vibe Check? The Grand Gilded Gecko talked a good game about safety and cleaning. The Anti-viral cleaning products were, in theory, a good sign. But I spotted a housekeeper going through the cleaning process, and let's just say, her commitment to the cause was…questionable. On the plus side, they provided lots of Hand sanitizer and offered Cashless payment service.

Rooms - The Good, the Bad, and the Slightly Murky:

The room itself? Okay, I guess. Air conditioning worked, thank God. The Blackout curtains were a lifesaver. The Bathrobes were plush. The Mini bar was…evil. Seriously, someone should take the mini-bar concept and put it in a museum of human greed. Free bottled water was a nice touch, but I needed a few more after that mini-bar raid. I'm not going to lie, the Bed was comfortable.

The Room: Okay-ish, but Definitely Not Worth the Sticker Price: The room was okay, but nothing to write home about. The Air conditioning was a blessing, especially in the heat. The Blackout curtains were a savior for sleep. The Mini bar, though? A modern-day bandit, robbing you of your hard-earned cash one overpriced snack at a time. And yes, the Bed was comfortable. But it couldn't quite justify the price tag.

Services and Conveniences - Useful or Useless?

Services and conveniences – sigh. The Concierge was…well, let's say they had a charming habit of "forgetting" to make reservations. Daily housekeeping was efficient, at least. The Laundry service was a lifesaver. The Elevator did work.

Odds and Ends - The Good, the Bad, and the Utterly Bizarre: The hotel offered a range of Services and conveniences. The Concierge was… hit-or-miss. Daily housekeeping was a savior. The Elevator did work.

The Bottom Line: Would I Go Back?

Honestly? Probably not. Unless I was offered a serious discount, which, let's be real, probably won't happen, because The Grand Gilded Gecko seems to think it's somehow a five-star establishment. The inconsistencies, the overpriced everything, the iffy internet… it all adds up to a somewhat underwhelming experience. Maybe if they sorted out the internet, the food, and the questionable sanitation practices.

Final Verdict: Two and a half out of five stars. Would not recommend, unless you’re a masochist with a strong Wi-Fi booster and an unhealthy love of whale music.

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Traveller Guest House Varanasi India

Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to head off on a chaotic, glorious, possibly slightly-sputtering-with-emotion adventure in Varanasi, using The Traveller Guest House as our home base. Forget sleek itineraries – we're going full-on "lost tourist, found soul" mode. Here we go…

Varanasi: A Trip That Will Probably Break You (and That's the Point)

Day 1: Arrival and the Holy Mess

Morning (Maybe?): Arrive at Lal Bahadur Shastri International Airport. Ugh, those airport arrivals are always a goddamn circus. Try not to get flattened by the scooter stampede (seriously, dodging traffic is a contact sport here). Get a pre-booked taxi, because haggling sounds awful right now.
Afternoon: Check into The Traveller Guest House. Hopefully, it's actually the Guest House. I've a terrible habit of booking what I think is a quaint B&B and ending up in someone's chicken coop. Fingers crossed. Let's hope the room has a window. I need natural light before I dive into this chaos.
Afternoon/Evening: Varanasi. The world's oldest city. I'm already vibrating with a mix of excitement and sheer panic. I'm going to wander the ghats. Expect to be utterly overwhelmed by the smells (frankincense, burning wood, something indefinably… Varanasi-y), the sounds (bells, mantras, the constant hum of humanity), and the sights (holy men, funeral pyres, the Ganges itself, which appears to be all manner of colours and hues). Find a chai wallah and let myself dissolve into the moment. Pray I don’t get Delhi belly on the first day.
Evening: Dinner. Probably on a rooftop overlooking the river. Order thali and try everything, even the thing that looks suspiciously like a green puddle. Embrace the spice. Probably cry a little because it's SO GOOD.

Day 2: Sunrise, Boats, and a Lot of Emotions

Early Morning (Like, really early): Sunrise boat trip on the Ganges. This is THE thing to do. We're talking soul-stirring, eyes-welling-up-with-unshed-tears-but-holding-it-together-for-the-gram type beauty. The reflections on the water are mesmerizing. The sounds… magical.
- Anecdote Alert: I remember on a trip like this in another city, the boat literally BROKE DOWN in the middle of the river during the most beautiful sunset. I was sure it was a sign. A sign of WHAT, I still don't know.
Morning: Wander the ghats AGAIN. Just soak it in. Observe. Try to take it all in. This is where the real magic happens. The raw humanity, the spirituality… it's a lot. Breathe.
Late Morning: Try a cooking class. Okay, let's see if I can stomach it this time. My last cooking class in Thailand ended with me basically setting fire to my rice. I'll try to be less of a disaster this time. Prepare for a lot of giggling and flailing.
Afternoon: Explore the alleyways! Good luck trying not to get lost. But that's the point, right? The unexpected discoveries, the hidden temples, the shops selling things you've never seen before. Buy something completely random. An ornate trinket? An odd spice mixture? A small, confused-looking goat? We will see…
Evening: Back to a ghat. Probably Assi Ghat. Find a quiet spot. Meditate. Attempt to meditate but get distracted by everything around me. Give up and just stare at the stars, which hopefully will be visible.

Day 3: Temples, Silk, and Emotional Overload

Morning: Sarnath. Go to Sarnath. The place where Buddha gave his first sermon. The serenity is palpable, even with the hordes of tourists. Walk, breathe and be still.
Late Morning: Visit a silk factory. The colours, the textures… it’s a sensory overload. Buy a scarf you don't need. Bargain hard, then secretly give the vendor a little extra because they're probably hustling to feed a family.
Afternoon: Visit a temple. The Golden Temple, of course. Prepare to take your shoes off. And be patient. And embrace the chaos. This is spiritual overload.
Late afternoon: Seriously consider a massage. My body is screaming from all the walking, the dust and the sheer intensity of Varanasi. Find a place, hopefully one of the more reputable ones. Maybe cry during it because the tension is just… too much.
Evening: This is it. One last walk on the ghats. One last chai. One last… everything. Try to absorb it. It’s a sensory explosion. I'll miss the chaos and the beauty, the smells and the sounds.
- Anecdote Alert: I remember a trip to Greece, where I spent my last night weeping, wondering if I'd fully experienced the place. The next morning, I literally forgot my passport and only realized when I was at the gate. A total panicked mess.
Later: Dinner, pack, sleep, and prepare for the inevitable, melancholy feeling of leaving.

Day 4: Departure and the Aftermath

Morning: Last breakfast at the Guest House. Say goodbye to your new friend's, the guest house staff, the chai wallah. Depart for the airport.
All Day: On the flight back, go through all your pictures. Try to write down thoughts and feelings. Prepare for the “Varanasi Blues." Expect to feel changed. Expect to be a little bit broken. Expect to be totally, beautifully, irrevocably in love with a place that also threatened to completely defeat you.
Evening (and Forever After): Obsessively tell anyone who will listen about Varanasi. Plan your return. And always, always remember the smells, the sounds, and most importantly, the chaotic brilliance of the Ganges.

Final Thoughts:

This isn't just a trip; it's an experience. It's a chance to push your limits, to embrace the unexpected, and to find something… well, something you didn't know you were looking for. And trust me, you will come back changed. Or, maybe, just a little bit dirtier.

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Traveller Guest House Varanasi IndiaOkay, buckle up, buttercups. We're diving headfirst into the chaotic, beautiful, and sometimes utterly baffling world of... uh... (Let's pretend we're talking about something. Let's say… **Learning to Knit**). Here we go, FAQ-style, but with extra generous helpings of hot mess and heart. ```html

Is knitting REALLY as hard as it looks? Like, seriously?

Oh. My. God, yes. And no. Okay, look, the *technique* is straightforward. You shove a needle in, you grab a loop, you pull it through… repeat. That's it, in a nutshell. But let me tell you about my *first* knitting attempt. I envisioned myself, a vision of cozy elegance, knitting a gorgeous scarf while sipping chamomile tea. The *reality* involved more snarled yarn, tears of frustration, and the distinct feeling I was wrestling a particularly angry octopus. Turns out, keeping the tension even is a *skill*. A skill I clearly didn't possess initially. So, yes, it can feel impossibly hard at first. But then… then things click. And suddenly you're addicted. It's a cruel mistress, knitting. A beautiful, yarn-filled, often exasperating mistress.

What needles should I start with? All those sizes are terrifying!

Ugh, the needles. The *needles*. It's like choosing a weapon in a yarn-based war, isn't it? Okay, deep breaths. The *absolute* best advice? Start with something big. Seriously. Like, bulky yarn and size 9 or 10 needles. It's easier to see what you're doing when your stitches are the size of your thumbnail. I started with tiny, dainty needles thinking I was some kind of knitting prodigy. Wrong. SO. WRONG. I spent weeks hunched over, squinting, and muttering under my breath. Bulky yarn and big needles = knitting for dummies (a compliment, in this case!). And then you get to feel the *satisfaction* of actually making something. Small needles can come later, once you don't want to throw your project (and the needles) out the window.

Okay, so I've cast on… and now my stitches are all wonky. What did I do wrong?

Welcome to the club! We meet every Tuesday (virtually, usually fueled by copious amounts of coffee and wine). Seriously, wonky stitches are practically inevitable. It's like… it's as if the yarn itself has a mind of its own, and it's determined to make you look like a fool. The most common culprit? Uneven tension. You might be pulling the yarn too tight in some places and too loose in others. It's a common mistake, I still do it after a decade, but you can fix it (sort of). Just try to relax (haha! Easier said than done, I know!), keep your yarn tension consistent, and… breathe. Also, check your cast-on. Sometimes you’ve got a twisted loop, or you’ve just plain messed it up. Don’t worry, rip it out and start again; it is a rite of passage.

What's the deal with garter stitch versus stockinette stitch? Help!

Garter stitch (knit every row) is your friend. It’s the cozy, slightly bumpy, easy-peasy choice for beginners. It doesn't curl up at the edges, so you don't have to worry about a rolling mess. Stockinette stitch (knit one row, purl one row) is the smooth, sleek, "professional-looking" choice. It *does* curl like crazy, and you'll need to block it (which is another whole adventure, like, soaking your finished project in water and stretching it out – sounds a bit weird, I know), or add a border, if you're a confident knitter. I attempted a stockinette scarf when I was, oh, probably a little bit too green. It curled up into a useless tube. Lesson absolutely learned: start easy.

I keep dropping stitches! Is there a Knitting God out there who hates me?

(Sigh) Yes. There almost certainly is a knitting god/goddess/pantheon and yes, they are clearly out to torment us. Look, dropping stitches is a knitting rite of passage. It *happens*. It's frustrating, it can unravel entire hours of work, and it can make you want to scream into a pillow. When it happens to me, I swear that my knitting needles are vibrating, or that the yarn is possessed. The worst time? I'm in the middle of a complicated cable pattern, and *bam* the stitch falls off. The best thing to do? **Don't panic.** (Easier said than done, I know). Pick up the dropped stitch. Read the pattern again. If you can't figure it out, watch a YouTube video. And if all else fails? Say a little prayer to the Knitting Gods (or, you know, just take a deep breath and maybe grab a glass of wine).

What about patterns? Where do I even start looking? Is Ravelry the only choice?

Ravelry is a behemoth, a glorious, sometimes overwhelming, yarn-fueled internet wonderland. It's where you can find patterns, connect with other knitters, and spend hours drooling over beautiful projects. It's *amazing*. It's also a bit… complex. The search function can be a bit like trying to find a single drop of water in an ocean. Yes, definitely check Ravelry, but don't be afraid to venture out. Check yarn shops, online retailers like LoveCrafts, or even old-fashioned books! One of my favorite patterns I found at a library in the 90s! Don't discount the simpler patterns; they're often the best way to learn. Start with something easy—a simple scarf, a hat, a washcloth. Don't overwhelm yourself.

Is it okay to make mistakes? Because, uh… I've made a few.

Okay. Embrace the mistakes! **Embrace them!** Consider them… learning opportunities. Seriously. I can't even count the number of times I've knitted a sweater, only to realize I'd accidentally increased stitches in all the wrong places, or that I'd added two extra rows of a pattern. Or, the time I did an entire cable pattern backward and never realized it until I was practically finished. Instead of ripping out the entire thing, I just decided my sweater was "artistic." Because, you know, *art*. Laugh at them. Learn from them. Don't let them discourage you. Every knitter, even the most experienced, makes mistakes. It's part of the deal. It's… the *charm* of knitting. It's what makes each project unique. It also allows you to tell epic stories about the time you almost set your needles on fire with frustration. Speaking of setting things on fire... have a glass of wine.