The Inn was conceived for creative people to take a break from the noise and withdraw to the solitude of themselves.
Don't come to taste hotel-like facilities. Homosapien interference will be minimal; a patriarch of a hill will wake you up to the orchestra taken over by competing birds. Temporamental mist who ignores seasons will enter the stage as and when it so wishes and the jasmines tend to blush. That's more or less the mornings at the Inn. A kind neighbourhood lady, who is deaf to criticism and brightens only at compliments will prepare your Kerala breakfast. Be friendly to her and she will cook whatever you want for lunch and dinner (you can buy your own vegetables and poultry or fish at a nearby civilisation). We will charge you only half of what you would otherwise pay and this is to pay the lady of spices. Stars will make your night and the gazers can have a field day. Facilities include: cable TV, Wi-Fi and more importantly Hi-Fi (old fashioned huh?) music, small kitchen, hot water. Beware, bathrooms are transparent and the sun and stars do tend to stare at you. Interior is mildly Tuscan. Bottomline: not a place for everybody.