Day 3: We woke up at 7 in the morning and surprisingly was feeling refreshed. Quickly we packed up and asked the room boy to give us a bucket of water. We quickly washed the car and climbed back on to the highway from where we had taken the detour to
Icchapuram Village the previous night. I thought it strange that no vehicles were traveling on the highway on our route. After a kilometer what I saw stupefied me. There was an abandoned Toll Naka and at a distance of 50 m I could see huge mounds of mud piled up on the highway (NH-5). One or two 2-wheelers were crossing the mound to go across but there was no way a car could cross it. We both got out and looked here and there totally lost. What a way to start the day - Reached a dead-end!! I couldn’t believe my eyes because I did not see any board or indication on the way saying that the NH-5 has ended there and Work is in Progress or that we would have to take a diversion or any such indication.
So we retraced our way back to a checkpost which we had passed yesterday night and there I enquired about the route ahead. The guy said that we would have to drive through
Icchapuram Village enroute to
Berhampur and
Bhubaneshwar. I asked him why there was no board saying so to which he replied it was not his job!
So we again took the detour to Icchapuram Village and drove through it.
The next 120 Kms was like driving on the moon (craters not potholes). The road was completely pot holed and our speed came down to 20 Kmph. I could see my ambitious travel plans going down the drain. We passed through
Chilika lake and finally saw a board saying
Bhubaneshwar – 30 Kms. It was already 1 P.M. and atlast we rejoined the NH-5. We passed
Chhatrapur,
Ganjam,
Rambha,
Khurda, etc. The roads were OK after that and we crossed Bhubaneshwar at around 2 P.M. The next destination was
Balasore. We soon crossed
Cuttack, and the road upto
Bhadrak was a dream drive. We had traveled 120 Kms from
Bhubaneshwar and it was around 5 P.M. And then the agony started. The road from
Bhadrak to
Balasore was literally a pain in the %#@. What with half the roads washed away and the remaining half having potholes so deep and large that your car literally goes into one. I was unable to travel at even 20 Kmph. My wife and dog were so shaken and tired and frustrated but we didn’t have any option but to go on.
Atlast I reached the junction where it said
Balasore town – Take diversion. I stopped and enquired around for the route. I was hoping against hope that the direct route to
Kharagpur would be operational by now what with the broken bridge and all. But my worst fears came true when the people there said that it is still broken and my best bet would be through
Baripada and then
Jaleswar and onward to
Kharagpur. I SMSed this to HVK and he replied saying that I should not stop before Kharagpur as the roads were unsafe. But it was a good 180 Kms through this route and it was already 7 P.M. I was really apprehensive as we again started on the route to
Baripada. The roads mostly were not good dotted with potholes and stones all the way. Shogun was so frustrated at one point that we had to stop the car as he was barking continuously. The moment I took him out, he somehow came out of the leash and was running helter skelter. For a moment I thought I had lost him because trucks were plying on the road with high speeds. But thankfully I got hold of him and I had to stop there for a good 30 minutes to calm his nerves. Thankfully we had filled up the gap between the front and back seats with luggage and bedding so that atleast he could sleep stretching his legs.
Then we were on our way again. It was already 8 P.M. and we came to the
Orissa-
Jharkhand Border. I think civilization ended there!! I could not see any roads thereafter and there was a truck toll naka. There was only a kaccha road ahead. It took me 1 hr to cross 200 metres there. I could not see any private vehicles. Only trucks and trucks in front and behind me. I continued and for the next 20 Kms, I encountered bad roads which I cannot possibly explain in words. There were more holes than roads if you can understand what I mean.
I have not traveled on such a bad stretch in my entire life. It was already around 9 P.M. and darkness engulfed us completely. All kinds of negative thoughts were running on my mind sub-consciously. What if I face a Puncture? What if the car breaks down? There was no respite for miles on both sides. Thankfully, atlast the West Bengal border came into view and then the roads were SO SO till I reached
Kharagpur. There was a big circle and it had a small board giving directions. I should have stopped there and read the board carefully because I didn’t stop and went on straight.
All this time we both had decided that we would stop at
Kharagpur no matter how late it was and carry on in the morning. Soon, after 10 Kms, I came on to an expressway which said
Kolkata 150 Kms. Oh my god, I thought, I had missed
Kharagpur. I must have taken that diversion at the circle. Now to take a U turn and go back was not a good proposition as it was already 11 P.M and there was no gap in the median to take a U turn and I didn’t want to risk going on the wrong side. I thought anyway all the hotels would have closed down by now. I frantically SMSed HVK and he said that I should take my chances and go to
Kharagpur and search around in the vicinity of the Railway Station. I would definitely get something. But I thought, If I stayed in
Kharagpur, again by the time we would start the next morning, It would be 7 or 8 A.M. and as I knew the road from
Kolkata to
Siliguri is not that good, I would be pushing my limits and may not be able to reach Siliguri the next day also. That means the trip would spill over to 5 days. So we decided we would carry on in the night without stopping and if I really felt tired, we can stop over on the road side and take some rest. Already I had been driving for 15 odd hours.
I asked HVK if there were any Food Courts like the ones we have on the
Mumbai-
Pune Expressway as we were already famished. HVK said that I may not get Food Courts but definitely there would be Dhabas on the way. I thanked him and went on my way. Stopped at a Petrol Bunk and tanked up again. I asked the DADA there where the next Dhaba is? He said 16 Kms hence, I will come across
Sher-E-Punjab Dhaba. I said thanks and we carried on and on the dot at 16 Kms was the Dhaba. We stopped over and had a quick bite with all the people at the Dhaba gawking at us and our Dog. I walked Shogun a bit so that he can do his business and guess what, he did it right in front of one of the other Dhabas which was adjacent to our Dhaba. That Dhaba owner was very annoyed and started shouting at us in Bengali. But what could I do. We made a quick exit. Then we started and traveled for another 1 Hr. Now I had been driving for 18 Hours and I felt I would collapse any moment. So I thought I should not push my luck and we decided to stop somewhere.
Soon we found a Petrol Pump which had some space and good lighting. It was 1 A.M. We stopped there on the grass and I tried to get a quick snooze for 2 hours on the backseat while my wife and Shogun sat on the front seat keeping watch. But I really couldn’t sleep as the weather was quite stuffy and mosquitoes bothering. Also Shogun was quite annoyed that I was using his space to sleep and he also wanted to jump in the backseat alongwith me. So by 2.30 A.M. after a 90 minute rest I washed my face and we decided to carry on.
The Trip-O-Meter read 2200 Kms. Today I had traveled 740 Kms.
Guys, I'm really sorry for the shortage of pictures because at that point of time my only aim was to end the journey as soon as possible and if I had stopped or asked my wife to click pictures of the bad roads, she would have just thrown the camera away! (
Yahaan Jaan ja rahi hai aur tum ko photo ki padi hai!!) The next time around, when we are on a leisure trip, I promise that I'll have many more pictures to share.