On the way back from my yoga retreat in Bali, I laid over in Kuala Lumpur. I was blessed to be welcome into a dreamland of luxury and service, the likes of which I never knew existed.
I stayed at Villa Samadhi. Of course it is so fitting that the name of this garden of Eden is also that of the 8th limb of yoga- Samadhi, union or a merging with spirit. The welcome was spectacular. I was ushered into my very own 2000 square foot villa. My flight arrived late and the staff had thoughtfully left me sandwiches and fruit, should I be hungry on my arrival. The villa was in a quiet residential area but close to the bustling hub of this amazingly diverse city. Kuala Lumpur is like the gateway to Asia and Villa Samadhi truly managed to incorporate all of it’s many influences in the space. In the evenings there were cookies and brandy left out on a tray by my bed. In the mornings, an abundant all-inclusive breakfast and smoothies amidst the garden. One of the cute quirks of the place was the various reptile species they had rescued and kept as pets. The caretakers showed a real love and pride for the gorgeous tortoises and turtles that roamed the grounds and splashed in the ponds.Villa Samadhi was truly exotic luxury. It wasn’t just shown in the decor or the linens, it was in the personal touches everywhere, the attention to detail but mostly the care of the staff who were always smiling and willing to accommodate. If you need a rest in a bustling space, look no further than this surprising oasis in the middle of Asia.
Last March I went to Bali to lead a yoga retreat. It is a FAR and LONG flight from Costa Rica and required some stopovers. The first layover on the way there was in Vancouver. The way back, Kuala Lumpur. To my great luck I stumbled on two of the best, comfiest, sweetest, most homey gems of boutique accommodations one could ask for.
In Vancouver I stayed at the Corkscrew Inn. This place boast quirkiness and character on character like I’ve never seen. An old victorian home in the quaint and quiet Kitsilano neighborhood of Vancouver, it is accessible and walkable to beaches, restaurants, bars, cafes and public transport to anywhere. Each room is inspired by a particular corkscrew. The owner, a collector of corkscrews, eventually amassed such a huge array that he even built a small museum in the inn’s basement. The inn keepers were kind, the breakfast was hardy and my room had the most amazing tub waiting for me to have a bubbly soak. I was even given a corkscrew as a parting gift when I left.