Day 3 Deogarh – Farakka
806 km
Deogarh @ 6.00 Stopeed @ jashipur breakfast 9.15, refulled @ jalujogari, reached farakka @ 9.16
Started our day @ 6.00 as opposed to 4.00 a.m, but we were tired and told to ourselves that we deserve a decent sleep.
The road from Deogarh to Jashipur was nice and the distance was covered in 3 hours. Our aim today was to bypass kolkotta, as once if one gets stuck in kolkotta, it will take a min of 3 hours to get out of the city.
We took the road that leads to barasat, we had lunch @ a Bengali restaurant in Airport city, the Chinese was amazing, but the Indian was passable.
Post that we started driving towards farakka, which was our target.
The drive was a boring and a mundane one, expect for the fact that we almost got saved. As soon as once enters west Bengal, there is this huge truck queue, to avoid the same we took a parallel road, much to our shock we were stopped by locals, to be interrogated about what we were carrying, why the route and so on so forth. We only got though because 2 of us 3 look a bit rough, we spoke back and they figured we were not going to give in, and they let us go. But only we knew that we were shitting bricks at that time
But anyways, we continued by passed kolkotta and headed towards farakka. Guys one thing that one needs to be careful about the cyclists. West Bengal is a place I think which moves on cycles. And cyclists are still okay, but west Bengal has this ‘three wheeler’ cycles, which are notoriously dangerous. While driving on the highway, they are driving perpetually on one side of the road, any amount of honking will not make them budge. They actually are a big reason why there are traffic jams at many places.
Coming back to my log, we reached ‘Farakka’ and our quest for accommodation begun, we were asked to visit the NTPC guest house, on reaching the guest house we figured that only ‘NTPC’ employees were allowed. Post that we went to 2 other hotels, only to find that even their super deluxe room stank, and were un-hygienic.
One gentle man also recommended we stay in ‘Bharat Seva Asharam’, on reaching the asharam we found the same a bit too ‘asharam’like, we turned around and finally halted in ‘Sonar Bangla’. Best of the worst is how I would put it as.
We crashed.
A beautifully painted bus
Tried to be 'photographic' here
Rain gods not being too kind on us
My new best friend in west bengal
The work horse
Hot cuting chai, kept us going
Spiderman on Truck
Cheers,
ac