Review: Six Senses Vana – a retreat for body and soul

The search for solace often leads to India. It’s a country with such a powerful culture, that – as American professor Robert Thurman once observed – it has a way of absorbing its invaders. The grand finale of the British Empire, for example, was The Beatles smoking hash in an ashram. That ashram was in Rishikesh, now the yoga capital of the world. 

Rishikesh, on the banks of the Ganges, is a place where, it is said, the gods can better hear your wishes. I arrived there on Valentine’s Day – appropriately, perhaps, because yoga, like Philip Larkin, teaches that “what will survive of us is love”. 

I came here to recover from jet lag and adjust to the climate and altitude before heading for my final destination, just an hour away at Six Senses Vana. 

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Given that it’s a place where you come for rest and spiritual rejuvenation, you might expect this famous retreat to be hidden away in the Himalayas, but it’s not. 

It’s set in a small patch of forest right in the middle of Dehradun, a chaotic city where cows, cars and scooters vie for supremacy on what feels like the busiest streets in the world. Yet as you pass through the gates, like entering the metaverse, or crossing to platform nine and three-quarters, you stumble into the stillness of Six Senses Vana. 

Forest awakening on arrival

On arrival, you are baptised as a “Vanavasis” – someone who makes a home in the forest. Every guest is robed in a uniform of pearly white and slightly squeaky Crocs. All you need in your suitcase are knickers and socks. And maybe some cosy clothes for evenings in your room plus some yoga/swimwear/gym wear.

In the Amazon, Vana is the name given to the guardian angels of the rainforest – the spirits of our shadows. And among the therapists here, I found a heavenly host of them. 

The mystical, five-element acupuncturist, Dr Dimple, is unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and it was worth the trip just to see her. She gets booked up, so, if you visit, be sure to ask for her on arrival. The yoga department run by Josie is exceptional, too.  

Unlike more traditional ayurvedic centres, Vana’s approach is gentle. The nurses take you by the hand and lead you like a child through the therapies – or if, like me, you are braving the infamous panchakarma treatment, gently across the battlefield. I highly recommend Dr Jaya, though I’m sure the other doctors are equally impressive. 

So, what makes Vana unique? Well, it offers all three ancient Eastern systems of healing – ayurveda (the Indian “science of life”), traditional Chinese medicine and Tibetan medicine. It is the only retreat in which the Dalai Lama has allowed therapists trained at his medical school to work. And the Tibetan massages are the most relaxing you’ll find. 

Delight the senses

Another highlight is the food. The main restaurant, Salana, is the retreat’s heartbeat. If you arrive early for dinner you can bag a table by one of the small fire pits under the stars. Everything is organic and sustainably sourced, and the talented chefs will make you anything you (or your doctor) desire. 

Sneaking into the kitchen with head chef Naveen, I found, unusually for a busy kitchen, no flying frying pans, but an atmosphere as calm as the meditation cave. 

Anyone having a bad day, Naveen tells me, is told to go home to keep the food safe from negative energy. Breakfast and lunch is a buffet – Indian and Western – while dinner is à la carte.

Go for a second-floor room overlooking the garden as these are bright in the morning sun, and you can bask on your balcony. The more expensive forest rooms are peaceful, but darker. The sun casts its last rays on the poolside, so this is where to retreat as the evening comes.  

I would avoid the heat of summer. Already in March my Scottish skin suffers. It’s best, perhaps, to go in January or February, or, if you don’t mind the rain, there’s also the monsoon season (June – September), which is meant to be the best time to receive ayurvedic treatment. 

Apart from knickers and socks, take books (somehow you don’t feel like using your Kindle much). There is also a small library with quite a good selection. Don’t leave without doing the Watsu therapy – a Japanese water therapy akin to being returned to the womb and born again. 

There was a tall, majestic Indian man who would appear in the dining room in a dusty rose tunic. Each time the waiters, bewitched, would be transformed into an army of mad ants running around in circles. I asked one of the mad ants who he was. The general manager, she said. His calm and elegance neatly summed up the feeling of the whole place. 

By the end of the stay, I found that “every leaf speaks bliss to me”, as Emily Brontë once put it. You feel a Vanavasis for life and ready to make your home in the forest for good. 

Flora was a guest of Six Senses Vana. From £590 a night in January, sixsenses.com