Luxuriously overhauled by the renowned designer Bill Bensley, Shinta Mani Mustang now serves as a showcase for local textiles and materials: be it decorative yak fur or the conch shell doors to the rooms’ minibars. But first, upon arrival, I was introduced to Alish, my personal butler for the trip. Each of the hotel’s suites overlooks the Nilgiri mountain, a monolith that, for me, served as a visual anchor throughout my days exploring the local area. It was tempting to stay ensconced and simply take in that view, but the landscape and the historic sights were too compelling for that; daily excursions also included excellent lunches, either at local restaurants or specially arranged by the Shinta Mani team.
Photo: Courtesy of Shinta Mani Mustang
On day two, I’d found that the thinner mountain air was taking some getting used to, and I was happy simply to retire to my well-appointed room (and possibly even help myself to a beer from the constantly refreshed minibar). Instead, it was suggested I begin my wellness journey and head to the hotel’s SoRig Spa to meet with Gurung, the on-site amchi, who combines scientific thought with traditional beliefs for a highly personalized wellness consultation. That was followed by a customized massage, including cupping. I felt remade. The pressure in my spine was gone, the aches and niggles of daily life had disappeared, and my muscles felt extra-relaxed after I emerged from one of the spa’s two treatment rooms, each of which is equipped with a hot pool, steam, and sauna. (Blocks of Himalayan pink salt fringe the pool, and can also be found in guest bathrooms.)