Necklace Point - Bhor

BHOR, a town and a municipal council in Pune district in the state of Maharashtra, India is a scenic place. So many tourist attractions and trekking options nearby. And the scenic beauty starts right from the entrance to BHOR. A horse-shoe or a necklace point is very famous place for lovely pictures. No matter which season you visit, it always looks beautiful.

Not far more than 45km from Pune, we decided to do our 2nd ride here. Mostly a good highway and a scenic narrow road was an ideal destination for me to ride my new bike.

Having gained a lot of confidence from my Lonavala-Khandala ride, I was up for this.

My elder son, Ojas decided to join me as a pillion for this ride.

We started lil early on a Saturday, around 6.15am. Having winter still around, it was dark and roads were not heavily crowded. The road-side dhaba's were open and the neon-sign boards were glittering in the dark. This is the sight, i totally fall for. Always wish to seat there, eating or sipping something with a background typical dhaba style music or a dardi-stuff of Altaf Raja.

Hitting the cold wind, we were shivering. 

We crossed the khed-shivapur toll-booth with a wide grin, as two-wheelers are exempted from the toll. Everyone hates tolls, but Punekar's especially hate the Khed-Shivapur toll the most.

When the sun started showing its signs, we thought it will be pleasant.  But the moment we descended from the highway and were on the Bhor route, that shivering grown exponentially. Open spaces all around, green fields and tree shelters made the atmosphere freezing cold.

I was hoping to witness the sunrise from the necklace point, but was delayed as I could not speed up because of the cold.

Thankfully, we were still early and the selfie point was not yet filled with public.

We clicked ample pictures and returned back.

A tea was must, and we took our stop, just after the Khed-Shivapur toll-naka where there are lots of food joints to choose from. As were were still the early birds, most of the restaurants were closed. But as always, the Amrut-tulya was open, only thing we were craving for.

With water flowing from eyes, a tip of nose reddish and hands still frozen with the cold, the tea literally felt like Amrut.

We stretched, sipped the hot tea and started our journey back to home.