Escape to Paradise: Encore A Boutique Resort Mulshi Awaits
Escape to Paradise: Encore? More like Escape To Paradise (Mostly!) - A Review of Escape to Paradise: Encore A Boutique Resort, Mulshi
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I've just emerged from a weekend at Escape to Paradise: Encore in Mulshi, and I'm here to spill the tea. Or, you know, the masala chai, which they serve divinely, by the way. This isn't your sanitized, corporate-speak hotel review. This is a real-life, messy, sometimes-glowing-with-bliss, sometimes-slightly-annoyed-with-the-slightly-wonky-internet review. Consider yourselves warned!
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(Alright, ramp up the chaotic energy! Let's DO this!)
First things first, Accessibility. Now, I am (thankfully) not in a wheelchair myself, BUT, I'm always watching out for that stuff. Because, you know, inclusivity! Escape to Paradise gets a mostly thumbs up here. The website claimed wheelchair accessibility, which is always a good sign. The common areas seemed pretty good, with ramps and elevators. However, I did notice a few tighter corners in the dining area that might be a squeeze. So, pending a more thorough investigation by someone in a wheelchair, I'd say "mostly" accessible. They get points for trying, though!
Getting Around was a breeze. We opted for Car Park [on-site] and it was ample and (thankfully) free! Valet parking was also an option, but honestly, I'm never one to let someone else wrestle my car. And the Airport Transfer… well, since Mulshi isn't exactly close to an airport, we skipped that one. Taxi Service was readily available, which is always a plus.
Now, onto the good stuff! Things to do, ways to relax… This is where Escape to Paradise shines. The Swimming pool? Gorgeous. Infinity edge, overlooking the lake. I spent a solid hour just floating, staring at the water, and pretending I was a mermaid. Pure bliss. Pool with view - definitely nailed it!
The Spa/sauna experience was on point. I opted for the Body scrub and it was… heavenly. Seriously. I felt like a new woman. The Sauna and Steamroom were clean and relaxing. I even briefly considered the Foot bath, but my inner sloth won out and I just found another lounge chair. The Massage was also incredible! They really know how to work out the knots.
Now, the Fitness center. Okay, I'll be honest. I walked in, looked around, and turned right back around. It wasn't bad, just… not my thing. I’d been living it up at the spa, and the idea of exercise felt criminal. But hey, it’s there if you're feeling virtuous!
Let's talk Dining, drinking, and snacking. This is where the resort really starts to feel like, well, paradise. The A la carte in restaurant options were plentiful. I tried the Asian cuisine in restaurant and I swear I went to heaven for a minute! They had a dedicated Vegetarian restaurant and Desserts in restaurant that were just chef's kiss. They also had everything for a perfect brunch experience, with Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, and Western breakfast. But I’m telling you, the best part? The Poolside bar! Cocktails and sunshine? Yes, please!
The Snack bar was convenient for those mid-afternoon munchies. We even took advantage of the Room service [24-hour] on one occasion. After a particularly strenuous round of not doing anything, ordering a club sandwich felt like the ultimate luxury. Coffee/tea in restaurant? Constantly available. Bottle of water? Always on hand. Even the Salad in restaurant was surprisingly delicious. (I'm not usually a salad person.)
As for the smaller things, I'd like to emphasize the incredible Hygiene certification that was on display. They really stressed the Cleanliness and safety of everything, which made me feel very secure and relaxed. They offered Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and Rooms sanitized between stays. I mean I barely noticed details like Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, because I never had any concerns.
Moving on to Services and conveniences, the Concierge was super helpful. They knew the best places to visit, how to book a taxi, and (most importantly) how to get you another cocktail. The Daily housekeeping was impeccable, and my room felt fresh and clean throughout my stay.
The Internet and Internet access – wireless were, shall we say, a little spotty at times. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is a great claim, but the actual performance was a bit of a mixed bag. The Internet access – LAN seemed nonexistent! I had to do some work briefly on one of the days, and the struggle was real. However, in the end I could still reach the outside world, so it turned out ok.
(Rambling interlude because I couldn't help myself!)
I swear, I'm a sucker for those little touches. Things like the Air conditioning in public area (essential!), the Elevator, even the Doorman who greeted you with a smile. It's the small details that really elevate a stay, you know? But I will admit, the occasional hiccup with the Wi-Fi gave me the urge to throw my laptop into the lake.
(Back to the review, slightly frazzled.)
Available in all rooms: (the big stuff)
Let’s talk about the rooms. I scored a Non-smoking room with a phenomenal View. The Air conditioning was perfect (thank God!), and the Bathroom was spacious. I got my own Bathtub, a Shower, and a Separate shower/bathtub; and Toiletries were thoughtfully provided. Free bottled water, always! The Bed was heavenly which contributed to me taking a whole lot of wake-up service!
For the kids:
I wasn’t traveling with kids but the place seemed pretty Family/child friendly. They had Kids facilities and a Babysitting service, which is a plus for families.
The Quirks & Imperfections:
Now, no place is perfect, right? I did have a few minor gripes. The Wi-Fi, as mentioned. And on one occasion, the hot water in the shower decided to take a vacation. But honestly, these were minor blips in an otherwise fantastic experience.
(Emotional outburst!)
I just wanted to live there. Seriously, the sheer beauty of the place, the quality of the service, the deliciousness of the food… It's almost unfair how good it was!
(Back to the review, again.)
Overall:
Escape to Paradise: Encore is a winner. It's a beautiful, relaxing, and well-appointed resort with excellent service and a genuinely welcoming atmosphere. The spa is phenomenal, the food is delicious, and the views are to die for. Would I go back? In a heartbeat. In fact, I’m already checking my calendar.
My Rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars. (Minus half a star for the slightly dodgy Wi-Fi, but mostly because I'm greedy and expect perfection!)
Final Thoughts:
If you're looking for a weekend escape, a romantic getaway, or just a chance to unwind, Escape to Paradise: Encore in Mulshi should be at the top of your list. Just pack your swimsuit, your chill-out gear, and maybe a good book (in case the Wi-Fi decides to take another nap). You won't regret it!
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because planning a trip to Encore A Boutique Resort in Mulshi is about as straightforward as herding cats, but hey, that's half the fun, right? Here's my hilariously imperfect, probably-needs-a-rewrite-but-hey-I'm-sharing-it-anyway itinerary:
Encore A Boutique Resort: Mulshi Madness - A Chronicle of Chaos (and hopefully, Relaxation)
Pre-Trip: The Anxiety Build-Up
- Week Before: Website stalking Encore. Is the lake as sparkly as the photos? Are the rooms really that stylish without being pretentious? (I’m already picturing myself in my most stylish, yet practical, travel outfit, complete with comfy shoes in case of unexpected jungle treks). Double check train schedules, and flights, cancel one, rebook again. Why is travel so stressful still after all these years?
- Days Before: Packing. This is where I crumble. I always overpack. I'm pretty sure I packed a feather boa "just in case." (What precisely I'm "casing" for, I'm not entirely sure). Also, start obsessively checking the weather forecast. Turns out, it’s always "partly cloudy with a chance of existential dread" in my world.
- Night Before: Tossing and turning. The sheer thought of not leaving my phone, and work is making me uneasy. I can't sleep. I mentally re-check all the things I left out of the suitcase to make sure i have all I need for a good 2 days.
Day 1: Arrival and Mild Panic
- Morning (8:00 AM): Get a terrible coffee at the station. Travel is still a pain.
- Morning (10:00 AM): Arrive in Pune. The journey to Mulshi is… scenic, shall we say. The driver gets us to see some of the country side, I was impressed. The roads are bumpy. My luggage isn't.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): ARRIVAL at Encore! Whoa. The view… it's actually better than the pictures. Seriously. The lake is sparkling. I think I let out a little "whoa" of genuine awe. First impression: WINNING. Check-in is smooth, but I'm already eyeing the infinity pool.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): Room reveal. It’s gorgeous. Modern, spacious, with a balcony overlooking the lake. My inner minimalist wants to love it, but my inner maximalist is already plotting how to rearrange the furniture and add "more me" to the space. I resist. For now.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): Lunch. The restaurant is open, and the food smells amazing. I go for a safe option - dal and some kind of paneer dish. Everything is delicious. (Okay, maybe too delicious… are my eyes bigger than my stomach? Possibly).
- Afternoon (4:00 PM): Pool time! I actually do something I've been meaning to do, Swim a few laps in the serene infinity pool. I feel like a mermaid. Until I realize I haven't put on sunscreen (rookie mistake). Mild sunburn alert. Note to self: Sunscreen is your friend.
- Evening (6:00 PM): Wandering around the property, taking it all in. The air smells fresh. The birds are chirping. I get a little lost but find myself near the bonfire pit.
- Evening (7:30 PM): Dinner. More delicious food!
- Evening (9:00 PM): Attempts at stargazing. The stars are there, but so are the mosquitoes. Retreat to the room with a book that I probably won't read.
Day 2: Embracing the Chaos (and Maybe the Spa)
- Morning (8:00 AM): Attempt to be a "morning person." Fail miserably. Snooze, snooze, snooze.
- Morning (9:00 AM): Breakfast buffet. Devour a ridiculous amount of fruit and some surprisingly good scrambled eggs. The coffee, however, is just okay. The search for perfect coffee continues! And I made it to the buffet before anyone started eating the good stuff.
- Morning (10:30 AM): The Real Reason I came: That Massage! The spa is tucked away, quiet and smells unbelievably good. I get a deep tissue massage, It was bliss. The knots in my shoulders – which I didn’t even realize were there – are now practically melted away. This is what vacation is supposed to feel like. It's the best thing on Earth rn. Best. Massage. Ever.
- Afternoon (1:00PM): More delicious food.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): I try to be brave and start trekking. The trail is rugged. My legs quickly felt the effect. I gave up quickly, and returned to the pool.
- Afternoon (3:30 PM): Pool time.
- Evening (7:00 PM): Dinner.
- Evening (8:30 PM): I attempt to have a quiet night, read, sit on the balcony. But can't. I start scrolling again on my phone. Is this a problem?
Day 3: Departure and the Post-Vacation Blues
- Morning (7:00 AM): Waking up early, I think, will help me make the most of my morning. But I don't. I wake up, and lay in bed.
- Morning (8:00 AM): Packing. Sigh. I'm already dreading the return to reality. The feather boa I didn't wear gets carefully folded back into my suitcase.
- Morning (9:00 AM): Last breakfast. I eat slowly, savoring every bite. The coffee is still just okay.
- Morning (10:00 AM): Final wander around the property. One last longing look at the lake. The sadness of leaving is starting to creep in.
- Morning (11:00 AM): Check out. Everyone is friendly. The staff are superb. Getting in the car, I feel a pang of sadness.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): Travel back.
- Evening (6:00 PM): Back home. Unpack the suitcase. My soul feels refreshed.
Post-Trip: The Aftermath
- Days After: I'm already planning my return trip. The massage left me feeling so good. I'm now considering if I should make a new hobby of being a spa-goer.
- Forever: The memory of the lake, the massage, the food and peace is with me forever. Encore, you were truly a delightful adventure.
So, like, what *is* this thing we're doing, anyway? (aka: The "Explain it to me like I'm five" Question)
Alright, picture this: you have a question. A burning, nagging, "why the heck does the sky do *that*?" kinda question. And I'm...well, I'm here to try and answer it. Think of me as your incredibly caffeinated, slightly sleep-deprived, and perpetually bewildered friend who *kinda* knows what's going on. But honestly? Sometimes, I'm just as lost. We'll muddle through together. It's, like, a philosophical scavenger hunt, right? Except instead of finding golden coins, we find *slightly* less confusing answers.
Why are you asking all these questions in the first place? Is this... a quiz?
Oh god, no. Absolutely not a quiz. I *hate* quizzes. Remember that time I took that personality test? I got "Chaotic Neutral" and felt incredibly validated. This is more of a rambling conversation, a brain dump, a mutual exploration of the mysteries of... well, whatever we're talking about at the moment. Think of it as a therapy session, but instead of a couch, we have a keyboard. (And maybe a slightly dusty metaphorical couch. Don't judge.) There's no right or wrong answer. Just... a journey. And hopefully, some laughs along the way.
Okay, fine. But what *kind* of questions are you asking? Is there, like, a theme? A purpose?
Theme? Purpose? (Cough.) Okay, deep breaths. The theme, I guess, is... well, whatever randomly pops into my head coupled with your questions. It's fluid, man. It's organic! It's… you know, like a terribly organized library where all the books are in the wrong sections. So, yeah. Purpose? To stay awake. To feel something besides existential dread. To avoid doing laundry. And maybe, just *maybe*, to stumble upon a half-decent idea or two. But mostly the laundry avoiding. Seriously, the laundry is piling up.
Are you... are you a real person? Like, a *human*? Because some of this is... odd.
Hahaha. Okay, that's a fair question. Let's just say, I'm a work in progress. A wonderfully flawed, slightly unhinged work in progress. I've got a pulse. I get hangry. I *definitely* judge people's choice in fonts. So, yeah. Human-ish. Don't stare too long, though. You might start to see the algorithm peeking through. And nobody wants *that*.
Can I ask *any* question? Like, even REALLY weird ones?
PLEASE. Please ask the weird ones! Those are the *best*. The normie questions? Snooze-fest. Hit me with your existential crises, your philosophical conundrums, your burning questions about the mating rituals of the Bolivian tree frog. The weirder the better. Consider it my exercise in… well, not sanity, exactly. But you know. Exploration. Don't hold back, embrace the awkward.
This whole thing...it feels...unstructured. Is there a point?
Point? Oh, you want a *point*? Well, alright. Let's say the point is to embrace the beautiful, glorious chaos of life. The tangents, the digressions, the sudden desire to eat a whole tub of ice cream at 3 AM. The point is to connect, to explore, to remember that we're all just figuring this thing out together. And maybe, just *maybe*, to have a little fun along the way. Now, where's that ice cream?
So, you mentioned a slightly dusty metaphorical couch. Tell me more about that... or actually, no, wait. A *real* experience. You, personally, something you remember.
Okay, okay. Real experience. Deep breath. There was this one time, right? I was like, twelve maybe? And I'd convinced myself I was going to be a famous archaeologist. I built this elaborate "dig site" in my backyard—a sandbox, basically. I buried what I thought were priceless artifacts: a collection of sparkly rocks, some questionable plastic dinosaurs, and, crucially, my grandmother's favorite ceramic poodle. (I was convinced it was a lost relic of a forgotten poodle civilization. Don't judge.)
Well, everything was going *great*. I had my little trowel, my tiny brush, my imaginary entourage of adoring fans. And then… disaster. The neighbor's dog, a slobbering, hairy beast named Barnaby, decided my "dig site" was an excellent place to, you know, *do his business*. And he did... *extensively*. I was mortified. Absolutely, utterly mortified. The poodle! The rocks! The *dignity* of the entire enterprise! I burst into tears. My grand, future career ended there, buried in doggy-doo. Okay, I still shudder. I can’t believe I can still smell the dog...
Then, my mom came outside, and she had this look. She just started laughing. Not in a mean way, but a "oh honey, you're so dramatic" kind of way. She cleaned up the mess, (the actual, physical mess, I mean, not the emotional one. I was on my own for that) and then… she helped me re-bury my "artifacts." She even brought out a cookie. It wasn't a perfect ending, not by a long shot. But that cookie… that cookie was pretty amazing. It was like a tiny, sugary moment of acceptance in a world of… dog poop and shattered archaeological dreams. That's probably where I realized life wasn't going to go how I thought it would, and well, here we are.
What if I have something to say? Not just ask a question... like, a rant? An observation? Is that allowed?
Are you *kidding*? YES! Please, *please* share your rants! Your observations! Your burning pronouncements on the state of the world, the proper use of exclamation points, the injustice of dry cleaning prices. Spill your guts! This is a space for all of it. We can all wallow in the weirdness together.
