Guwahati's Hidden Gem: Hotel O Maa Bharati - Unforgettable Stay!
Guwahati's Hidden Gem: Hotel O Maa Bharati - Unforgettable Stay! (My Chaotic, Wonderful Review)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I’m about to spill the tea – or, you know, the Assam tea, if you're lucky enough to be staying at the Hotel O Maa Bharati in Guwahati. I just got back, and honestly, my head is still buzzing. Everywhere else here has to up its game now. Forget those sterile, soul-less hotel chains. This place? This place is a vibe.
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First Impressions & Accessibility: Did Someone Say Charm? (And a Ramp?)
Right off the bat, let’s talk about getting there. Airport transfer? Check. Smooth as a chutney. And the location? Okay, maybe it’s not slap-bang in the middle of the most happening part of Guwahati, but honestly, that’s part of the charm. It’s a bit of a hidden gem, tucked away, peaceful. And for those of you worried about accessibility, breathe easy! Wheelchair accessible isn't just a tagline here; they've actually put in the work. Ramps, elevators… the works. Seriously, major props for making everyone feel welcome. I saw a Doorman and felt immediately taken care of, and the Elevator gave me the ability to enjoy my stay.
My Room: A Sanctuary (Mostly… And Did I Mention the View?)
Okay, so my room. Let's just say I went for the deluxe. "What do you want," I asked myself, "that the best available hotel that Assam can offer?" The Air Conditioning was a godsend, because, well, Guwahati. Nice and chilly. Free Wi-Fi (yes, truly free!) was a lifesaver for my Instagram addiction (don’t judge). They had Free bottled water. And, the Window! Oh, the Window! And the View! I went to the high floor, and I was looking at this city, which was truly something else. The Blackout Curtains were a blessing – my sleep schedule is… fluid, shall we say. Plus, there's an In-room safe box.
And the Bathroom? I even had Bathrobes, Slippers and a Hair dryer. A solid-sized Mirror too. They had a Shower, and a Bathtub. And they had a Scale! I had the option of Extra long bed, however, I'm not sure who's sleeping there. I did however, use the Sofa to unwind, and watch the On-demand movies.
Now, the imperfections… there were a few scuffs on the furniture, and the Alarm clock sounded a little dated. But honestly? These are the kind of things that make a place feel real, not a perfect, plastic replica of a hotel.
**(Quick shout-out to the **Daily housekeeping, which was efficient and discreet. They even left a little flower. Sweet.)
Food, Glorious Food (Or: My Belly's Guide to Culinary Happiness)
Okay, LISTEN UP. The food at Hotel O Maa Bharati is worth the trip alone. Okay, maybe that's hyperbole. But seriously, it's GOOD.
- Restaurants: They have multiple!
- Asian breakfast. Seriously, get the paratha, it's the best I've had outside of… well, Asia.
- Asian cuisine in restaurant.
- International cuisine in restaurant.
- Vegetarian restaurant.
- Western breakfast.
- Western cuisine in restaurant.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant.
- Desserts in restaurant.
- Breakfast [buffet].
- Breakfast service,
- Lunch: They have a A la carte in restaurant. And, they have Buffet in restaurant.
- Dinner: This is where they do a lot of Happy hour.
- Poolside bar,
- Snack bar,
- Room service [24-hour].
I spent a solid hour in the Coffee shop, just chilling with my laptop and a coffee. The Breakfast [buffet] was… well, it was a breakfast buffet. Lots of options. The fruit was fresh, the pastries were dangerous. I ate way too many, no regrets. (Seriously, someone take the pastries away from me next time.) They even offered Alternative meal arrangement!
I had one bad experience at the Lunch, where it felt like the Salad in restaurant should have been fresher. But, I had a great soup! And the Bottle of water was a savior.
Relaxation Station: Spa, Pool… and Pure Bliss (Mostly)
Okay, the Pool with view, I can confirm, is as glorious as it sounds. I mean, come on. Guwahati, scorching sun, crystal-clear water… pure, unadulterated joy. I sat in the water all day, which was not a mistake. The Swimming pool [outdoor] was fantastic, and the pool area also had a Poolside bar, which was great.
- Spa: They have a full one, with options for a Body scrub and Body wrap.
- Massage: I got a massage!!!! It erased all my worldly problems!!!! (Okay, maybe not all, but it was amazing).
- Gym/fitness: They've got a Fitness center, so no excuses for abandoning your workout routine.
- Sauna: If you're into that.
- Spa/sauna: If you really like it all in one place.
- Steamroom: If you like it even more humid.
- Foot bath: If you have been walking around a lot.
I didn’t have time for everything. I regret not trying the Steamroom. Next time, I'm spending ALL my time in there.
Cleanliness & Safety: Did Someone Get the Lysol?
Listen, I'm a bit of a germaphobe (don’t judge, the world is a gross place). But I had NO worries here. The Hand sanitizer was everywhere. Professional-grade sanitizing services were clearly in action. The Anti-viral cleaning products gave me peace of mind. They had Rooms sanitized between stays. The staff are clearly well-trained and adhering to protocols. The CCTV in common areas gave me some protection. And if I had issues or felt sick, I get the sense that the Doctor/nurse on call was a viable option.
Services & Conveniences: Because Life Is Easier This Way
- Cashless payment service: Awesome.
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Yes!
- Doorman: As mentioned, helpful and nice.
- Currency exchange: A must for tourists like me.
- Laundry service: Saved my life.
- Concierge: They were super helpful with directions and recommendations.
- Luggage storage: For those awkward check-in/out times.
- Car park [free of charge]: Saved me money on parking.
- Taxi service: Very easy.
- Air conditioning in public area: A must in Guwahati.
- Daily disinfection in common areas
- Food delivery
- Facilities for disabled guests
- Front desk [24-hour]
- Invoice provided
- Ironing service
- On-site event hosting
- Safety deposit boxes
- Smoking area
- Terrace
- Airport transfer
- Bicycle parking
- Car park [on-site]
- Car power charging station
- Cash withdrawal
- Check-in/out [express]
- Check-in/out [private]
- Contactless check-in/out
- Convenience store
- Dry cleaning
- Elevator
- Essential condiments
- Food delivery
- Getting around
- Gift/souvenir shop
- Indoor venue for special events
- Ironing service
- Laundry service
- Luggage storage
For the Kids (And the Young at Heart):
I don't have kids, but I saw a lot of families there, looking happy. The hotel has Family/child friendly spaces, and seems to be accommodating. They even offer a Babysitting service.
Getting Around:
They have Taxi service and Airport transfer.
The Verdict: Book It, You Fools!
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your grandma's itinerary. This is the real Guwahati, courtesy of yours truly, fresh off a questionable panipuri and fueled by pure, chaotic energy. We're staying at Hotel O Maa Bharati. Pray for us.
The Guwahati Gauntlet: A Chronicle of Near-Disasters, Questionable Food Choices, and the Occasional Glimmer of Grace
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and the Great Momo Debacle
10:00 AM: Landed at the Lokpriya Gopinath Bordoloi International Airport. First thought? "Dear God, is that a cow wandering onto the tarmac?" (Disclaimer: It wasn't, just a very determined stray dog. Still, a sign of things to come, methinks.)
10:30 AM: Taxi to Hotel O Maa Bharati. The driver, bless his cotton socks, didn't speak much English. My rusty Hindi failed spectacularly. The ride was a rollercoaster of near-misses with rickshaws, cows (real ones this time), and potholes that could swallow a small hatchback. We arrived in one piece, feeling like we'd survived a minor war.
11:30 AM: Checked in. The lobby smelled strongly of incense and something vaguely floral. Let's call it "Assam Aroma." The room? Basic. Clean-ish. The AC sounded like a dying yak. Sigh.
12:00 PM: Lunch. Figured we'd be adventurous. Ordered something called "Veg Thali." Seemed safe. It arrived looking like a miniature food pyramid of doom. The dhal was delicious. The vegetables? Spicy. REALLY SPICY. My face is still a delicate shade of crimson. My stomach… well, it's having a conversation with itself.
1:30 PM - 3:00 PM: Attempted a nap. Yak-like AC provided a soundtrack of snoring and the distant sounds of a cricket match. Failed miserably. Tossed and turned, worrying about mosquito bites and the existential dread of being in a new city.
3:00 PM: Decided to be brave. Walked to the local market. Got lost. Found a shop selling what looked like giant, neon-green gummy worms. Considered buying them. Didn’t. Regret the decision now.
4:00 PM: The Momo Incident. Ok, this needs its own section.
The MOMO MISHAP
So, I'd been craving a good momo. The street vendor, tucked away down a dusty alley, looked promising. He was a grizzled old chap, clearly a momo master. I ordered. He cooked. I waited with bated breath. Finally, they arrived. Steaming hot, glistening, beautiful momos. I took a bite. Pure bliss. Then, BAM! A chili. Not just a chili, but a chili that had been marinated in the fiery pits of Mount Doom. My mouth exploded. My eyes watered. I managed a pathetic squeak. The vendor looked at me, shrugged, and offered a glass of water. I drank three. I then spent the next half hour panting like a confused dog. My stomach is still rebelling. I think I may have found my limit. I. CAN.NOT.EAT.ANYTHING.SPICY.EVER.AGAIN.
5:00 PM: Crawled back to the hotel. Ordered room service. Chicken soup. Bland. But safe. Praying I get through the night without a visit to the porcelain god.
6:00 PM: Attempted to watch TV. Found a Hindi soap opera. Gave up after five minutes. The plot was incomprehensible, but the drama was intense.
7:00 PM: Staring at the ceiling, contemplating the meaning of life, the universe, and the sheer audacity of that chili.
8:00 PM: Sleep. Pray for sleep.
Day 2: River Ramblings, Temples, and a Possible Spiritual Awakening (or at Least, a Good Chai)
- 8:00 AM: Woke up. Surprisingly, still alive. And the stomach is behaving! A small victory, people!
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast at the hotel. Standard fare. Eggs. Toast. Coffee that tastes suspiciously like dishwater. But I'm alive, and that's all that matters.
- 10:00 AM: Visited the Brahmaputra River. Magnificent. The sheer scale of it took my breath away. Boats chugging along. Fishermen casting nets. The air thick with the smell of water and… something else. Something… fishy. But beautiful nonetheless. I sat on the embankment, watching the world go by. Briefly considered throwing myself in for a swim. Common sense prevailed.
- 11:00 AM: Took a ferry to a small island temple in the Brahmaputra, a beautiful temple, Umananda Temple, which is dedicated to Lord Shiva. The temple, is made of stone carvings. The ferry was packed, noisy and exciting. The temple was beautiful. The views, incredible.
- 12:00 PM: Chai break. Found a street vendor selling the most delicious chai I've ever tasted. Sweet, milky, spiced. I drank two cups. Maybe three. Lost count. Contemplated my life decisions while watching a flock of pigeons.
- 1:00 PM: Visited the Kamakhya Temple. Wow. Just, wow. The energy was palpable. The crowds were intense. The atmosphere, electric. It was a sensory overload, but in a good way. I felt a strange mix of awe, curiosity, and a sneaking suspicion I was out of my depth.
- 3:00 PM: Lunch near the temple. Found a tiny, hole-in-the-wall place. Ordered something I couldn't pronounce. Turns out, it was chicken curry. Delicious. My spice-induced PTSD is slowly fading!
- 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Explored the local shops near the temple. Haggled for a scarf that looked suspiciously like my grandmother's old curtains. Still, a bargain!
- 7:00 PM: Ordered room service. This time, something less adventurous. Rice and lentil. Boring but safe.
- 8:00 PM: Spent the evening writing this diary entry, contemplating the day's adventures, and wondering if I'll survive tomorrow.
- 9:00 PM: Sleep.
Day 3: Gardens, Museums, and the Lingering Fear of Spicy Food
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. Same as yesterday. Decided to be brave and have a fried egg. It went well.
- 10:00 AM: Visited the Assam State Museum. Interesting but… a little dusty. The exhibits were fascinating, but I found myself drawn to the air conditioning (which, surprise, was still working).
- 12:00 PM: Botanical Garden. Beautiful. Lush. Peaceful. Took a deep breath, trying to absorb the tranquility. It worked for about five minutes. Then a monkey stole my water bottle. Rude.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch near the garden. Found a restaurant serving "Thukpa." Looked like soup with noodles. Ordered it cautiously. Surprisingly, not spicy! Rejoice! Maybe, just maybe, I'm becoming a more seasoned traveler.
- 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: More wandering. Dodged more traffic. Smiled at more cows.
- 6:00 PM: Attempted to leave the hotel and found out the streets were dark and not friendly. No, I stayed in
- 7:00 PM: Back to the room. Back to the TV, and back to the dinner.
- 8:00 PM: Contemplation. The end is near.
Day 4: The Epilogue: Departure and the Uncertain Future
- 9:00 AM: Last breakfast at the hotel. The coffee still tastes like dishwater.
- 10:00 AM: Taxi to the airport. The driver, thankfully, knows some English. The ride is less terrifying this time, though the potholes remain a hazard.
- 11:00 AM: At the airport. Looking over my shoulder, just in case a chili-infused momo is lurking.
- 1:00 PM: On the flight. I feel changed. Shaped by the dust, the chaos, and the occasional moment of beauty. I’ve faced my momo demons. Sure, there were moments of near-panic. There were questionable food choices. There were moments I wanted to run screaming back to the safety of my own bed. But I survived. I laughed (mostly at myself). I saw some incredible things. And that, my friends, is what traveling is all about.
The Verdict: Guwahati: A messy, beautiful, chaotic, and unforgettable experience. Would I go back? Absolutely. But next time, I'm bringing my own chili-free zone. And maybe a bodyguard.
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