The most difficult part of writing a travelogue is gathering the courage to start one! Wrong, for a strictly average photographer like me, even more difficult is to scan through the hordes of pics and choose the ones that are decent enough to be put up on team-bhp. After every good trip, the problem I face is that the images captured in my mind do not match with those taken on camera. The more beautiful a place, the bigger seems to be the gap between these two and depression sets in for not being able to capture the true beauty of nature. So I fall back on my human instincts and find a scapegoat, the 10 year old SLR camera. With one thing sorted out, it is high time to concentrate on the travelogue.
It was our 10th marriage anniversary and we wanted it to be special. Boss had other plans and all my leave requests were rejected. Suddenly I felt like the most valuable employee of the company. On hind sight it was the best thing that could have happened. If I had got the leaves on time, we would have missed the snow in Himachal and Uttarakhand.
Not so good start to the journey...
A week before the journey I swapped the wheels of the Thar with the Bolero. The Michelin LTX ATs were put on the Thar in anticipation of driving on snow. Just one day prior to the journey, while going to office in the Thar, I felt a wobble in the steering at around 80 kmph. It was a classic wheel balancing issue, at least that is what I thought. On the day of the travel, left office a bit early and got the wheels balanced. The problem remained unsolved. I was facing the biggest dilemma in life, whether to take the Thar or the Bolero. After a lot of discussion with my wife, a part of which was heated as I was blamed for changing tyres at the last moment and causing this problem, finally decided to take the Thar. Called up team-bhp helpline and it was answered by DBhpian SS-Traveler. He suggested to interchange the front wheels with the rear but no shop was open at that time. It was already 11 p.m. when we started from home. We decided to drive slowly through the night and planned to interchange the tyres in the morning at a roadside shop. Progress was slow through the night, partly due to the wobbling issue and partly due to heavy fog. We continued to drive and reached Kanpur at 4:30 p.m. next day. We were not able to find a single tyre shop that had a jack suitable for lifting the Thar.
Pic taken somewhere on NH2
Just before the Kanpur bypass there is a huge Mahindra showroom and service station where we had previously serviced our Bolero en-route to Ladakh. We decided to get the car checked there and it turned out to be one of the best decisions I have taken in my life. One of the service advisers there is Mr. Saleem, a thorough gentleman and immensely knowledgeable. I insisted on meeting Mr. Saleem and brought the issue to his notice promptly. He immediately ordered the car to be put on a ramp. The next thing was a bit of a shock. He showed me that one of the bolts of the lower arm on one side had fallen off and another one on the other side was just about to fall off
He had diagnosed the issue within seconds. The car was readied in one hour flat and this included a satisfactory test drive session and a thorough cleaning of the vehicle. Bill amount came to Rs. 289, another shock.
Marching ahead with renewed zest..
After this episode, there was no looking back. Kanpur to Delhi was done blazingly fast. I was in contact with SS-Traveler throughout the journey and even got an invitation to take a quick nap at his home. But unfortunately that did not happen as we did not find it prudent to barge into somebody's house in the middle of the night. After Delhi we encountered heavy fog. I was following a Punjab registered Dzire which was superbly driven. I was thanking my lucky stars for finding such a vehicle amidst the deteriorating conditions. However my joy was short-lived as the Dzire met with an accident. There was a tractor abandoned on the left lane without any light. The Dzire was not able to stop on time and lost a headlight. After this incident none of the vehicles wanted to lead. There was a trail of cars, buses and trucks behind my vehicle and I had no option but to drive ahead. We continued to drive through the second consecutive night and reached Kandaghat (near Shimla) in Himachal Pradesh after a grueling 34 hours drive from Kolkata.
Somewhere after Chandigarh, the road was beautiful
We had no problem in finding the Club Mahindra Kandaghat resort and the manager was kind enough to allow us an early check-in.
We were quite tired after the non-stop Kolkata-Kandaghat stint. Had a quick shower and grabbed some lunch from a local Dhaba and hit the bed. Woke up just in time to catch a beautiful sunset in the hills.
Day 3 - Kandaghat continued..
On the third day we woke up decently early by our standards and headed for Chail. Stopped for a few pictures at Sadhupul, a picnic spot by the stream named Ashwani.
While returning we stopped at Sadhupul again as the place was looking beautiful during dusk, the pictures however do not do justice.
There is not much to see in Chail. We went to see the Kali-Ka-Tibba atop a hill. The route to that place was desolate and we took the opportunity to take out our camp chairs and stove and quickly boiled Wai Wai for lunch.
The temple can be seen in the back drop
Kali-Ka-Tibba is an ancient temple and the view of the Shivalik range from this place is breathtaking.
Next destination was Chail Palace made famous by the Chanchad House in 3 Idiots movie. It is a hotel run by Himachal toursim and entry fee is Rs 100 per person.
A must visit place in Chail as per trip adviser is a small dhaba named Soni dhaba. The food is awesome and one should not miss the Shakkar Roti there.
Day 4 - Kandaghat to Mashobra
Mashobra is a one and half hour drive from Kandaghat. It was time to say goodbye to Club Mahindra Kandaghat after a wonderful 2 days stay.
The driveway in CMH Kandaghat is beautiful, a parting shot
After a lazy 50 kilometers drive we reached Club Mahindra Mashobra. View from the room -
Inside the room
After a quick lunch we visited a small church in Mashobra.
It was pretty cold and I took the opportunity to get warm
The cosy confines of the hotel room was the best place to be. It was a lazy afternoon and we watched the sun go down..
To be continued...