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Originally Posted by sbraj At times, hotel staff can be picky and hospitality would be the last thing on their mind. Yeah. You don't ask a person who's weary driving over 10 hours to park a cm to the right and things like that. There were hardly 3 - 4 cars in the huge car park.
Ha ha. NICE road being not so nice? Yeah. It's a misnomer.
Looks like the dog has been to Sabarimala, and got the message of 'Tat tvam asi' better when compared to the other 'swamis' around there. Anyway, it's the time of the swamis. Never mess with them. Even the dog decided to keep off. You never know which one amongst them can be a Nithyananda.
Man, you got some patience. After a gruelling day's drive, doing all this. Salutes. Actually, I did that only 25% of the trip. My wife used to do all that the rest of the 75% of the trip. It's a huge chore at the end of the day. Almost 2 hours go in to that. |
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Originally Posted by ampere At least now you can do Hosur road to Tumkur road in about quarter of an hour with route around broken Bannerghatta road.
Yesterday I did Mysore road to Hosur road through NICE in 30 minutes flat without driving about 100. Wow. That's great to hear. so the nice road is nice after all! |
The next morning I got down from the room at 9 in the morning to load the things back to my car. Compared to the hotel in electronic city, Belgaum was an amazing experience. Durga residency people took very good care. They gave me prime parking slot, right next to the lobby! Rooms were very comfortable and the tariff was unbelievable.
My heart melted when I got down at 9 am and set eyes on my car! It was dusty after 600 kms of driving of which the village stretches through ranebennur was particulary devastating. But at 9 AM, my car was glistening as though it had a paint job! The watchman had given a thorough wash to my car. I asked him why? He said he liked my car a lot.
I tipped him a twenty. Could have tipped him more. But didn't have change. He graciously accepted my tip (must have been huge money in a place like Belgaum).
After loading all the things (takes a good 45 mins), we all went down to have breakfast.
10:30 am we were off from Belgaum.
My fuel gauge was nearing empty. No way will I be able to cross over. The last top up was in Hosur. 600 kms done after that. Fuel in Karnataka is damn costly.
So I hunted around for a BP bunk. There was a small detour due to some road work on NH4. So while driving on the service lane, I decided to pump in fuel for 500 bucks at the IOC bunk. Better to be safe than sorry.
with around 9 point some litres, I should be able to travel a good 150 kms from Belgaum.
That should get us well past Kolhapur. Back to the land of cheaper fuel.
Soon we were off on NH4 on the roads I love best (after NH7 stretch from Karur to Nellai).
Attached are photos of the great stretches of NH4.
Ghats or no ghats. NH4 rocks.
I keep my dash and screen squeaky clean too (@smartcat). This I specially owe the watchman at Durga residency, Belgaum
The reflection on the windscreen is that of Ganesha. He adorns my car Dash. But I really hate bikers without helmets on any roads.
The flowers are in full bloom. I love this stretch. The good thing about Karnataka state buses is that they don't hog your lane. And look at the gleam on my bonnet. Man, I didn't even take the name of the watchman who I tipped 20. should have given him a 100.
No. No photos of my speedometer. Nothing to prove there. But I loved the stretches which were empty as below. Still I keep to a respectable and safe 110.
Then some respite from the sun. It gets cloudy. Miles of empty stretches. I chug around the last lap. Searching for Maharashtra border. I have very less fuel in the tank.
Tawandi ghat. Earlier than planned. Skipping stop there as it's too early for lunch. But this convoy of army trucks attracts my attention. So I slow down to click photos. Next stop is refueling for me and my vehicle in Maharashtra.
Look who's walking! Tawandi ghat threw up a 1 hp quadrapod vehicle loaded with utensils, artifacts and a lady.
I trundled along. Finally entered Maharashtra. Heavy breakfast in Belgaum meant still not hungry. Daughter had her milk in car itself. In her car seat. So I kept going. Crossed Kolhapur. 20 days earlier, I bought bangles first time for my daughter in the Mahalakshmi temple. With those fresh memories, we were searching for BP bunk. I finally pulled in to one at Islampur. Refuelled to the brim.
The place didn't have any decent restaurant. So we continued. Thought it will be good to go over to Satara for lunch. But something caught my eye enroute.