The blue sky, the brown soil beneath, the grass, the trees, the animals, the wind, and rain, and stars are never strange to me: for I am in and of and one with them; and my flesh and the soil are one, and the winds and the tempests and my passions are one". So wrote WH Hudson, author of classic romance for which we named our lodge: Green Mansions. Remote from the fret and dust, the pettiness of town life, large, direct, free: Green Mansions lies on the edge of the Community Forest Reserve, overlooking the tall green mansions of the jungle's tropical trees. Constructed on the lines of a tribal village, it blends in and 'disappears' into the natural backdrop of Nepal's southern Terai Belt.