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Southern Sanctuaries
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| Text by Mala Vaishnav | |||||||||
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Published: Volume 20, Issue 7, July, 2012
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Caffeine scrubs and rose baths at luscious coffee estates, age-old Ayurvedic therapies and beauty treatments in the lap of Mother Nature... Verve heads South for a much-needed recharge and revival of the senses
BEAN THERE BREWED THAT
Omã – which means ‘life giver’ in Sanskrit – has staff that is professional and an ambience which is fuss-free. Within minutes, we’re done with the steam room, and I’m on my stomach eyeing the bowl of earthy brown goop in Reena’s hands. After 45 minutes of firm massaging, the coffee grounds begin melting into my skin. The scrubbing is followed by a coffee oil massage. Now, I’m not a caffeine addict, but there’s a reason this stuff once qualified as an illegal drug. The mild yet distinct fragrance and the particularly silken texture of the oil, seduces me into a state of scented bliss. The proof of the pudding pops up after the final shower. Reena’s massaging technique and the coffee grounds have buffed and softened to baby-bottom effect, some of the most notorious pockets of dead skin I have in places I’d rather not mention. Additionally, Reena has filled my head with talk of coffee’s cellulite-busting powers and I’m lost in the world of sculpted thighs and toned glutes, thrilled enough to sleep entirely through the second session of coffee facial. “Are you here alone?” asks Reena, before I leave, showing off their couple’s room, lorded over by a Roman-size tub. The four-and-a-half-hour Romantic Indulgence package, plumped with milk, jasmine, citrus peel, patchouli and of course, coffee, is the ideal kick-off to a memorable honeymoon. I’m told the staff can further pamper love birds with a seven-course dinner under a 100-year-old banyan tree. And if you’re travelling solo, like self, you can walk under the stars and ask for your nth cup of coffee at the library, browsing black and white tomes on Malanad (that’s what this region is called) while the crickets outside strike up a delicate sunset symphony. This blessed-out state is the crux of the spa experience. Tomorrow’s another day. And a classic mani-pedi awaits.
Is a cellulite-buster. Caffeine energises and dehydrates fat cells, causing the sodium/potassium component of the cells to vacate. Consequently, water disappears as well and the skin becomes smoother. Extracts from the coffee cherry have been discovered to have up to three times the antioxidant potential of green tea, which makes it a powerhouse of antioxidant activity. It ranks higher than even blueberries on the ORAC scale (used to measure antioxidant power).
Snuggled in the midst of almost nowhere, the plush property spreads across 50 acres with 30 Vaastu-inspired cottages, soothing water bodies and organic gardens that supply most of their produce to the resort kitchen. Open decks outside the cottages – each of which have a distinctive exterior and interior design and are named after the various zodiac signs – make for relaxed settings to comfortably lounge around with coconut water or freshly squeezed fruit juices, after the numerous morning and evening spa sessions. In the first of its kind, the resort combines health orientation with a living experience that can be clearly described as a ‘Return to Nature’. No matter where you are – poolside, restaurant, study, yoga hall or the therapy rooms – there is quietude, peace and Mother Nature everywhere which makes a luxe recipe for sound healing and complete rejuvenation.
The focal point of the resort is the multi-cuisine restaurant in neutral tones that serves healthy wholesome food at specific hours. A qualified dietician helps the guests to choose the right kind of food, as per their ailments and dietary requirements. Almost everything served – fruits, salads, juices, curries – is grown in the 10-acre organic garden outside. Breakfast includes low-cal idlis, uttapams, a mix of sprouts, fruits and juices. If you are lucky to have no dietary restrictions, the milky express filter coffee is highly recommended. Lunch and dinners are equally simple affairs with soups, a big bowl of salad, vegetables and lentils. And a sweet dish only if the soft-spoken yet hawk-eyed doctors allow you one! Gluttony, as much as it is banned in the resort, is the heated discussion of most of the conversations I have with the eclectic mix of ladies visiting Kairali. A mother-daughter duo from the UK has been staying here for the past three weeks and plans on making this their annual ‘girl-alone’ holiday time, a jet-setting chirpy golfer from Kenya is a regular at the resort and swears by their health programmes while a Hyderabadi homemaker, who has left the cosy comforts of her house for the first time, likes it here but “can’t wait to go back to my bacchas” in the next three days. They love to eat with me just so they can see all the food they can’t have because of the restrictions on them. But their skin glows marvellously.
Another speciality is Navarakizhi – where small linen bags filled with Navara rice cooked in cow’s milk are used to ‘pound’ the body after a liberal application of medicated oil. The treatment is particularly effective for rheumatism and joint and muscle pains in addition to leaving your skin soft and supple. The number of treatments for various ailments are many, if you have enough time. Days seem to rush, as I try out one therapy after another according to my body and skin type. The ‘in-between therapy time’ passes just as easily with umpteen yoga sessions, swimming, walking around the organic garden or simply lazing with a book in the shade. I save the best for the last – the Royal Make Over. The most exclusive of all their treatments, it starts by welcoming the guest with a prayer. A traditional foot massage is followed by a soothing head massage. As I slowly drift to snooze-land, magical hands give me Kerala’s famous synchronised rub with aromatic oils. A thorough scrub follows to ensure removal of any dead cells from my almost spotless skin. The body is then wrapped in a cooling pack called Kaya Lepam till it dries and is followed by a steam bath. At the end of those exhausting three hours, I feel pampered and completely in-sync with the cosmos as I sip my herbal tea watching the dying rays of the sun in a blissful corner. I know I have to leave early next morning, but for now, I am really in paradise.
The Club Rooms offer the closest experience to ‘being at sea’, perched as they are almost at the cliff’s edge, where frothy waves dance in synchronised splendour. At eight, we seat ourselves at a table near the infinity pool that overlooks the ocean and wait for the chef to make good his promise of a meal that will surprise and delight. The seven-course dinner truly astonishes and satiates. Pineapple rasam, calamari stuffed with shrimps, an authentic Travancore fish biryani, the local karimeen encased in banana leaf, payasam with a dollop of ice cream…. All this feasting to the sounds of the surf gently lashing the rocks and muted conversations against softly glowing lamps.
In the morning, following an overwhelming breakfast of appams, stew and a variety of finger licking southern specialities, topped by a bout of soap, shells and spice shopping, we direct our golf carts to the Divya Spa, centre of mind and body coddling. My companion and I opt for traditional favourites, Shirodhara and Abhyanga. Ideally, the latter massage, for maximum benefits, (to clarify and stimulate the mind) is best carried out in the early hours but we are on holiday and revelling in the soporific state. While scented candles cast flickering shadows in the cool confines of the spa, warm, sesame-enriched herbal oil is poured onto my back till it soaks into the skin. Two masseuses then proceed to wring the toxins out of my body in rhythmic strokes till I feel myself drifting off....This massage differs from many western treatments in that it is not a deep tissue one, but one that nourishes the body and promotes healthy circulation. The masseuses mainly use the palms of their hands which makes the skin glistening smooth. Though it is said that Abhyanga increases vitality and stamina, I have to be prodded an hour later to move my limbs and take a shower with a freshly prepared moong dal scrub.
Kovalam, meaning ‘coconut groves’, a tiny village port, is 15 km from capital city Thiruvananthapuram. It was a hippie retreat in the ‘60s and ‘70s and gained a certain notoriety when one of the beaches, Hawa Beach, became a voyeur’s dream come true with its topless white bathers. Today, the beaches are overrun with visitors, mainly from northern India and are famed for their rows of delectable little cafes, boasting the catch of the day. Apple-cheeked Kashmiri boys sell exquisite carpets and gems, traditionally textured handicrafts beg for attention, football games abound on the damp sand and children race towards the waves for swimming competitions. And at the periphery of this typical tourist chaos, in its prime location, stands the Leela Kempinski, like a well polished rock rising out of the sea.
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