Escape to Paradise: Pulga Sosan's Hidden Gem, Old Forest View Guesthouse
Escape to Paradise: Pulga Sosan's Hidden Gem, Old Forest View Guesthouse
Escape to Paradise, or Maybe Just Mild Bliss? A Rambling Review of Old Forest View Guesthouse in Pulga Sosan
Okay, buckle up folks, because I'm about to unleash a review that's less polished travel brochure and more… well, me, after a week of trying to relax at the Old Forest View Guesthouse in Pulga Sosan. This isn't a scientific analysis; it's a messy, imperfect, and hopefully, somewhat amusing account of my stay. Let's jump right in, shall we?
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The Arrival & First Impressions (My Brain’s Already Wandering… Soz)
So, Pulga Sosan. You get there, and it’s… charmingly chaotic. Think narrow, winding roads battling for space with stray dogs and the occasional yak. The Old Forest View Guesthouse is tucked away, promising serene views… which it mostly delivers. The exterior? Let's just say it has character. More like "rustic charm" with a generous sprinkling of "needs a fresh coat of paint." (See! Instant imperfection!)
Checking in: They had a “Contactless check-in/out” advertised, but honestly, it felt kinda… touchy. A lot of forms and awkward silences. The doorman (or was it the owner? I honestly couldn't tell) was friendly enough, but his English was… well, let’s just say Google Translate got a workout during my stay. The elevator? Present, though I wouldn't trust it with my grandma… then again, it’s an “Elevator.” So points there.
Accessibility & The “Accessible” Label. More Like Slightly Easier.
Now, I was keen to see their "Facilities for disabled guests." The website claimed accessibility. Truth be told, it was… trying. The main areas, like the restaurant, seemed passable. But navigating those narrow corridors with my, uh… generous frame was a challenge. I wouldn’t call it "wheelchair accessible" in the Western sense, but it was… less inaccessible than some places I've been. (I'm trying to be positive, okay?) They did have a few ramps, but some were… let’s just say, creatively angled and a little suspect. I'd give it a weak pass. More like a "they tried" situation.
WiFi, Internet, and the Eternal Struggle (My Personal Kryptonite)
Ah, the internet. "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" The siren song of the modern traveler. It worked… sporadically. We’re talking dial-up speeds in the era of fiber optics. Forget streaming anything. Checking emails? A battle of wills. Internet [LAN]: Good luck finding a port. “Internet services” were supposedly available. I think that amounted to the owner occasionally staring blankly at a computer screen. I spent a lot of time staring at the mountains instead. Which, let's be honest, wasn't entirely a bad thing. Wi-Fi in public areas? Better, but still… unreliable. Let’s just say I learned to appreciate the silence. And the beauty of the offline world.
Rooms, Glorious, Imperfect Rooms.
Okay, my room. A "High floor" view was definitely a perk. The view! Breathtaking. Mountains for miles! The air? Crisp, clean, and intoxicating. The room itself? A mixed bag. "Air conditioning"? Nope. Just a ceiling fan battling the elements. The "Extra long bed" was… adequate. The "Complimentary tea"? Instant. And the coffee? Well… let's just say it wasn’t artisan. The “Bathroom phone”? Why? To call the front desk and ask for fresh towels? Because I did that. The shower? The "Separate shower/bathtub" was more like a shared space with dubious water pressure. But hey, “Hot water linen and laundry washing?” Sounds like they tried. The "Mirror" was conveniently placed. I mean, "Daily housekeeping" was fantastic. Bless their hearts on this front.
(Rambling Side Note: Toiletries… Seriously, why are hotel toiletries always miniature? I'm not a mouse. I'm a human! Give me some proper conditioner!)
Things to Do, Relaxation, and the (Mildly) Luxurious Spa
Okay, the good stuff. "Pool with view." Yes! The outdoor pool? Stunning. The water was frigid, but the vista… wow. Definitely worth a dip (and the resulting shivering). "Spa/sauna"? They had one! A "Steamroom"! Also! I opted for a massage, which was… well, let's say the masseuse was enthusiastic. The body scrub left me feeling… exfoliated. The sauna was… hot. Overall, a relaxing experience, despite the slightly shaky facilities. "Gym/fitness"? Yep. If you enjoy lifting miniature weights to a backdrop of mountain goats bleating, this is your place. (I’m kidding… mostly.) The "Things to do" list included hiking, mountain biking, and… well, staring at the view. Which I did a lot of. And loved.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking. A Culinary Adventure? Mostly.
Breakfast. "Asian breakfast"? Present, but somewhat… bland. "Western breakfast"? Better, because it involved eggs. "A la carte in restaurant"? Sometimes. "Buffet in restaurant"? Yes! And a decent one at that. "Coffee/tea in restaurant"? See previous comments. The "Poolside bar"? More like a… poolside stall. They served beer, at least. The "Happy hour"? Nonexistent. The "Restaurants"? There was… one. And it was the only place to… well, eat. The food was… competent. Mostly. I did get a particularly delicious soup one day. The "Salad in restaurant"? Lettuce with some chopped veggies. The "Desserts in restaurant"? Passable. Overall, the dining experience was a mixed bag. Food delivery? Not from what I saw.
Cleanliness, Safety & (Trying to) Stay Safe during… Everything
"Anti-viral cleaning products"? Hopefully! "Daily disinfection in common areas"? I believe them. "First aid kit"? Present. "Hand sanitizer"? Yep. "Rooms sanitized between stays"? I hoped so. The entire place seemed to be attempting to follow the rules. There was "Staff trained in safety protocol". "Safe dining setup"? They made an effort.
Services & Conveniences. The Good, the Bad, and the Hilariously Average.
"Daily housekeeping"? Excellent, and I appreciated it. "Concierge"? Basically, a friendly face who was occasionally available to help. "Dry cleaning" and "Ironing service"? Available, but probably best if you packed clothes you don't mind wrinkling. "Laundry service"? Yes! “Valet parking”? Lol. “Business facilities”? Mostly the same as the internet situation. "Currency exchange"? I don't remember seeing this. "Gift/souvenir shop"? Nope. “Room service [24-hour]”? Maybe… if you were willing to wake up someone to go get you something. "Meetings"? If you have very undemanding expectations and a very tolerant group of people. "Safety deposit boxes"? Present! “Car park [free of charge]”? Yes!
For the Kids
“Family/child friendly”? I'm not sure. The Kids meal was… okay. There are a few “Kids facilities". No Babysitting service however.
Final Verdict (and How to Really Relax)
Would I recommend the Old Forest View Guesthouse? Well… it depends.
If you’re expecting luxury, pristine perfection, and 5-star service, steer clear. This isn't the place for you.
But…
If you’re looking for a reasonably priced, genuinely beautiful escape with stunning views, a chance to disconnect (literally), and a dash of quirky charm, then give it a shot.
My advice?
Lower your expectations. Pack insect repellent. Bring your own snacks and maybe a good book. And most importantly, embrace the imperfections. Because that's where the real charm of Pulga Sosan (and, by extension, the Old Forest View Guesthouse) lies. It’s a place where you can truly escape, not to paradise, perhaps, but to a place where your to-do list fades away, and the mountains just… are. And sometimes, that's exactly what you need.
Final, Rambling Thought: I'm pretty sure I left a sock under the bed. Sorry, future guest!
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Day 1: Arrival and the Great Bed-Sheet Debacle
- Morning (ish - I’m not an early bird, okay?): Landed in Delhi. The Delhi airport? Absolute pandemonium. Think a crowded bazaar combined with a slow-motion yoga class. Found my pre-booked taxi eventually. Driver, bless his soul, looked like he’d seen more of India than I had brain cells. He promised me a "smooth journey." The journey? Let's just say it involved dodging cows, rogue rickshaws, and a near-death experience involving a particularly aggressive bus. Fun times.
- Afternoon: Finally, FINALLY, made it to Kasol, the gateway to Pulga. Took a smaller jeep up to Pulga. The road…well, let’s say it tested the limits of my vestibular system. Scenery was breathtaking, though. Jaw. Dropped. Seriously. The Parvati Valley? Magical. The air? Crisp and pine-scented. Felt instantly lighter, like a particularly airy soufflé.
- Evening: Arrived at Old Forest View Guest House. Oh, the view! Literally a postcard. Breathtaking. The place itself? Rustic charm meets…well, let’s say "unique" cleanliness standards. The room was cozy, but the bedsheets? I'm pretty sure they'd seen more action than a seasoned roadie. They were… textured. Let's leave it at that. Spent a solid hour trying to convince myself they were "vintage." Failed. Then, I smoked a joint, and suddenly, they were…kinda interesting. Problem solved! Dinner at the Guest House, a plate of thukpa that was so delicious, it made me forget all about the bedsheet situation. (Almost). The guest house owner, a gentle, slightly philosophical man named Raj, told me the best tea in the whole area.
Day 2: Trekking Through the Clouds (and Possibly, My Sanity)
- Morning: Woke up to the sound of…nothing. Absolute, blissful silence. Then, the crowing of a rooster. And the faint scent of…something burning? Ah, yes, probably someone's breakfast. Raj recommended the "Kheer Ganga Trek." Decided to be adventurous. Packed a small bag with water, some snacks, and a whole lot of naive optimism.
- Afternoon: The trek. Oh, the trek. It started promisingly enough. Lush green trails, babbling brooks, the sort of scenery that makes you want to hug a tree (which, I may or may not have done). Then, the altitude started to hit. My lungs felt like I’d been sucking on a vacuum cleaner hose. The trail got steeper. The air got thinner. My thighs began to scream in protest. I started questioning all my life choices. Was this really worth it? Should I just turn back? (Spoiler: I didn't. Stubbornness, thy name is me.)
- Evening: Kheer Ganga. The hot springs. The goal. The reward. Finally! Soaking in the natural hot springs, surrounded by the towering Himalayas, steam rising around me…it was pure, utter bliss. The aches and pains of the trek melted away. Felt like I was reborn! Surrounded by a bunch of folks, each looking like they also climbed a mountain, so a very welcome atmosphere! Shared stories, laughter, and a few joints (yes, another one). The stars that night? Unbelievable. Had the best Indian food of my life at that place, with the sounds of a stream rushing nearby and a campfire in sight. Absolutely magical. On the way back, I was so tired, I could barely lift a leg. The bedsheet situation wasn't even on my mind anymore.
Day 3: The Pulga Bake-Off and My Quest for the Perfect Apple Pie
- Morning: Slept until I felt like a new person. Or a very tired, slightly hungover version of a new person. Had some toast and tea with the most perfect morning view!
- Afternoon: Pulga village is tiny. Like, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it tiny. But it has a certain charm. Wandered around, got lost (several times), and stumbled upon a tiny bakery. The smell of baking bread and cinnamon was intoxicating. Spent a good hour chatting with the baker, an elderly woman named Maya who knew more about baking than I do about, well, anything. Learned how to make some basic chapatis.
- Evening: The apple pie. The holy grail. The obsession. Found a place that claimed to have the best apple pie in Pulga. Ordered a slice. Took a bite. Let out a groan. It was…divine. Flaky crust, perfectly spiced apples, a dollop of cream… it was heaven on a plate. Ate two slices. Didn't even care about the calories. Became obsessed with the quest to find the best apple pie…even went to the baker again for more.
Day 4: Chilling and the Art of Doing Nothing
- Morning: Slept in again. This place is restorative. Decided on a day of absolutely nothing. Read a book, sipped chai on the balcony, watched the clouds drift by.
- Afternoon: Went for a short walk, ate some more apple pie (of course), and then found a quiet spot by the river to just…be. The sound of the water, the scent of the forest…it was pure meditation. My mind felt surprisingly clear.
- Evening: Shared some thoughts and music playing with fellow guest. Had a heart-to-heart with a guy from Sweden. Shared a very potent puff of a new kind of hash. Played some cards. Ate some more food. Passed out.
Day 5: The Great Departure (and the Return of the Bed-Sheet Trauma)
- Morning: Woke up feeling…surprisingly sad. This place had gotten under my skin. The view, people, the feeling. It had all gone, in an absolute and glorious way!
- Afternoon: Taxi back to Delhi, road was even worse this time.
- Evening: Fly home.
Observations, Ramblings, and General Shenanigans:
- The food in Pulga is phenomenal, especially anything that comes with a side of chai.
- The people are incredibly kind, welcoming, and always willing to share a smile (which, sometimes, is all you need).
- The bedsheets at Old Forest View Guest House remain a topic of discussion, even now. I swear, they were made of dinosaur skin.
- India? It gets under your skin. It’s chaotic, beautiful, frustrating, inspiring, and utterly unforgettable.
Final Thought:
Would I go back to Pulga and Old Forest View Guest House? Absolutely. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll bring my own bedsheets next time. Or find a new kind of high that can help me forget about it all. Either way, I'm forever changed. And that, friends, is the messy, beautiful truth of my Pulga Pilgrimage. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go book another trip.
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1. So, Pulga Sosan. Sounds exotic. Where *is* this place, because honestly, I only know about Goa and the Himalayas... and maybe Switzerland?
Haha, Switzerland? You're dreaming! Pulga Sosan is in Himachal Pradesh, India. Think... way, WAY up in the Parvati Valley. Picture this: towering mountains, gushing waterfalls, and villages that still feel untouched by the modern world. It's a trek to get there - you're talking hours on seriously windy roads, with the occasional landslide threat thrown in for *added* fun. But trust me, the journey is part of the magic. It's like shedding your old, stressed-out skin with every hairpin turn. And once you arrive in Pulga, well... you're officially in a different dimension.
2. Okay, I'm intrigued. But the "Old Forest View Guesthouse" – does it actually *have* a view? And is it, well, *old*?
Oh honey, does it have a view?! The name is NOT lying. Imagine waking up to a panorama of the most breathtaking, lush green forest you've ever seen. Seriously, it’s like a Bob Ross painting come to life, but with actual birds chirping and the scent of pine needles filling your lungs. And yes, it's old. Like, probably built by people who *didn't* believe in plumbing. Character, people! Embrace the rustic charm! There will be some leaky faucets, a tiny shower that might *not* have hot water all the time (bracing, but doable!), and maybe a few resident spiders. But that's the deal - it's honest, it’s real, and it's a million miles away from a sterile hotel room. And honestly, the view makes up for *everything*.
3. What about getting to Pulga from Kasol? I heard is a drive. Is the road safe?
Yes, the road is a drive, and it's... an experience. Look, "safe" is a relative term in the Himalayas. Let's just say you'll want a driver who knows what they're doing and a strong stomach. The roads are narrow, winding, and often clinging to the side of a mountain. The views? Unbelievable. The drop-offs? Equally unbelievable. My first trip there, I swear I aged a decade. Especially when we encountered a goat blocking the road, and there was a long queue of vehicles behind us. The driver had to get out and... well, let’s just say sometimes you need to use all the tricks. But still, you are never going to forget that drive. So, be prepared, pack your Dramamine, and embrace the adventure. You'll arrive in Pulga eventually. And let's face it, the goat incident is something that happens to you or it does not.
4. Tell me about the food. I'm a foodie. Do I need to bring my own spices?
Spices? Honey, you're in India! You'll be swimming in spices! The food at the guesthouse and in Pulga is simple, hearty, and delicious. Think dal (lentil soup), thukpa (noodle soup), momos (dumplings), and aloo paratha (potato-filled flatbreads). It's not Michelin-star dining, but it's comfort food at its finest, and you'll be grateful for every single bite after a day of trekking. My absolute favorite was this *amazing* onion and tomato gravy served with roties. I ate it for every meal, and I'm not ashamed! And the chai... oh, the chai! It's a revelation. Just remember to be open-minded and ready to embrace the local flavors. Don't expect a burger and fries, and you'll be golden.
5. What's a typical day like at the Old Forest View Guesthouse? Paint me a picture!
Okay, picture this: You wake up to that view (seriously, it never gets old). The sun is streaming through the window, warming your face. You wander out to the common area for a cup of *that* chai and maybe some breakfast. The only thing that beats the chai is the view. You contemplate doing some trekking, maybe to Khirganga if you're feeling energetic, or just chilling by the guesthouse, reading a book, and soaking up the atmosphere. Then, more chai. (Are you sensing a theme?). Lunch, followed by more chilling, maybe catching up on some sleep. The afternoon is spent wandering around the village, chatting with the locals, or just breathing in the crisp mountain air. Dinner is usually communal – you'll meet other travelers, share stories, and laughter, over a delicious meal. Then, maybe a bonfire under a sky absolutely bursting with stars. Honestly, it's the kind of day that makes you forget all the stress of everyday life. It's pure, simple, and utterly perfect.
6. Okay, that sounds idyllic. But what about the downsides? What should I *really* expect?
Alright, let's be honest. It's not *all* sunshine and rainbows. (Although, there's *a lot* of sunshine). You might encounter power outages. The internet is, shall we say, *unreliable*. The facilities are basic. (The shower situation is... a gamble). You might get a little homesick. You might find the trekking more challenging than you anticipated. And you might, just *might*, have a minor existential crisis while staring at the stars. But honestly? Those "downsides" are part of the experience. They force you to slow down, to disconnect, to appreciate the simple things. They make you more resilient, more grateful, and more, well, *human*. Embrace the imperfections, because those are often the things you remember most fondly.
7. Are there any specific treks or activities you'd recommend from Pulga Sosan?
Oh, definitely! Khirganga is the big one, and for good reason. It’s a moderate trek, but the hot springs at the top are amazing. It's a challenging trek, especially the last bit, when you're practically crawling on your hands and knees, but the reward - soaking in those natural hot springs with the mountains all around you - is worth every bit of effort. Another option is the trek to Kalga. It's a shorter, more relaxed walk, and the views are beautiful. You can also just wander around Pulga Sosan itself, explore the apple orchards, and discover hidden waterfalls. And don't forget... just *breathe*. That’s an activity in itself. And for an activity with 100% more adrenaline, attempt to cross those rickety metal bridges on the route – don't look down!
8. Okay, spill the tea. What was your *favorite* experience in Pulga Sosan?
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