Riverside Paradise

After crossing Bilaspur at 7:30am, we drove further and by 8:45 we were greeted by a sight which was magnificent, a modern world in natural wilderment. Across the river we saw a colossal manufacturing plant called the Gagal Cement Works Plant, the sheer size of it seemed gigantic, but Mother Nature had her way of showing down on it with her the sheer size of her own mountains. The road we drove in the night caused us a two and a half hour delay, so by 12pm we had reached the tunnel for Manali which we drove past, straight towards Banjar. From there, Gushaini was about 35kms on a narrow and decently paved road with nearly minimal traffic. With the Tirthan River guiding us and the reassurance from the extremely friendly locals, we were confident that we were on the right track.

By 1:30pm we reached our destination where we spent the night, a small home stay cottage called Trishla Resort owned by a local who goes by the name of Gyan Singh. His property had us awestruck. The property has a beautifully designed cottage with a red sloped roof, a sheltered dining area, a patio, which was right on the river bed. Gyan Singh has also made a breakfast table in the middle of the river with some plastic chairs and a stone table with an umbrella, surrounded by the sand from the river. But one would argue there could be more relaxing places in and around the place, but we failed to find any that separated us from the digital world. Here we didn’t even find any cell phone reception, a boon for those who want to stay disconnected for while! With no family, bosses or annoying urban folk to disturb you, we relaxed throughout the day after an amazing lunch prepared by the caretakers of the resort. Just when we thought it couldn’t get any better, the caretaker told us that we could go fishing as well for a tiny price of Rs. 300/- for fishing rod and a Rs.100 license which was issued by the local authority. If you’re skillful, patient and lucky, you could actually catch a trout or two. When no trouts came our way we [jokingly] blamed the caretaker for catching and eating them all. Later we abandoned all hopes of catching a fish and went inside for a cup of tea. As night fell and we started to get hungry. Dinner was even better than lunch. We hogged on the food and hospitality before we went to bed and woke up early morning. After spending time on the river bank, we were given amazing parathas with peach pickle for breakfast. We spend a lot of time enjoying the scenic spot, realising that we had to get back to the real world of work, work and more work.  

On our journey back, we made sure we didn’t take the same route we came and stayed on the NH21 all the way to Kiratpur Sahib. The road connected itself to the Chandigarh highway which we reached at sunset. As darkness fell, we had reached Chandigarh and soon after we were in Ambala. On our way to Karnal, we confronted torrential storm and heavy rain. With barely any visibility in the dark, the Ertiga just devoured the distance, but due to the wet conditions, we did have to back off the throttle just a bit. By 12 midnight, we arrived in Delhi.

The Ertiga had coped with broken roads, no roads, rock on the river bed, cows, muscled past lorries, and got itself drenched in the rain. Were these not reasons good enough to fall in LUV with the Ertiga?