My only memory of Nainital is of boating on the dull green waters of its eponymous lake, feeling overwhelmed as I looked around. Not by scenic splendour, but by the dusty concrete landscape &mdash a bewildering web of shops and lodgings that obscured all greenery. That was 20-odd years ago, and it was crowded even then. So as I return to this touristy getaway, I can't shake off my scepticism about Abbotsford-Prasada Bhavan &mdash a guesthouse that simultaneously advertises itself as a 10-minute walk from town and a retreat that affords pure peace and quiet.