Lushescapes




Lushescapes is your getaway to eternal bliss. That’s what Lushescapes say and that’s what they mean. I first came across Lushescapes almost a decade back. I was planning a holiday and wanted a travel partner that could deliver luxury at an affordable price. A big task indeed because during my research I found that those delivering luxury demanded astronomical prices and those whose prices were affordable did not deliver luxury. Nonplussed, I almost gave up the idea of combining luxury and affordable price, but then I read about Lushescapes.

They were new in business so not much of a track record they had. But I gambled on trying them. Something about its name and its CEO and Founder, Abhishek Dadlani, stirred a positive stirring in my heart. I contacted them and the response I got from Abhishek was just out of this world. He personally designed my itinerary and suggested the best ways to make good use of every moment of my holiday. That was 10 years ago and since then Lushescapes has become a part of my life.

Lushescapes has now become a brand. And those who have experienced holidaying through them are its brand ambassadors. They don’t need to advertise. Their clients do that for them. They have some unique holiday experiences to offer: exploring Italy in a Ferrari, sailing on a personal yacht, living in a castle in New Zealand, and for the daredevils, there’s the Antarctic odyssey. 

They have a wide array of voyage choices: education tours to NASA, UN, EU, NATO, ASEAN, philanthropy projects in Tanzania, India, Nepal and Sri Lanka, employee recognition programmes and events, dealer network conferences, special interest cuisines, health retreats, destination weddings, and many more, and all offered with customisation and personal Abhishek touch.

I write about them because I feel they should be known to those who don’t know them. Once you get the Lushescapes experience, you won’t want to experiment any further. So, if you love travelling, then you’ll love it more with Lushescapes.

-          NZ

3.7.2019


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