“Can’t think of a better exile”
4 of 5 stars Reviewed 29 June 2011
Considering that we went three days before the monsoons were predicted to hit North India, and even more consequentially, that they hit three days before schedule, I doubt whether we could have picked a better place to get a ringside view of the jungle come alive than we did at Camp Exile.
Pratish, the guy who runs the camp, is, by the looks of it, a city slicker who got so fed-up with urbanity that he ran to a remote basin tucked away just out of reach of civilization in a small valley somewhere between Bhimtal and Naukuchiyatal. Its remote and yet not so remote – you’ll get your internet and mobile connectivity but no unwelcome visitors. There’s literally nothing beyond Camp Exile and the only folks who’ll drop by are those who’re specifically coming to meet Pratish (quite a wide and interesting assortment, I must add). SO you have the gaggle of ducks, a lone Bhutia, who’s been spared by the leopards at least for the time being, a couple of kittens who’ve been adopted by the dog and two guys working the kitchens.
If you’re thinking luxury then Camp exile will disappoint you, but if you’re thinking long langurous afternoons reading in a hammock, or just getting the sounds of the city out of your system, then you’re in for a treat. Bathe in the stream, go paragliding or trekking if you must. Far far far from the madding crowds. Loved it.
Stayed June 2011, travelled with friends
5 of 5 stars Value
5 of 5 stars Sleep Quality
5 of 5 stars Cleanliness
4 of 5 stars Service