🏨 Jammu Halt — Bumpy Roads and a Premium Pause (12th Sept)

 Sometimes the road tests your patience, sometimes it gifts you comfort.

I started late from Pathankot, around 10 a.m., after a relaxed breakfast. The plan was simple — a short, three-hour drive to Jammu. But as always, the road had its own script.

The rains had left their marks everywhere. Potholes, half-finished diversions, and long stretches of construction turned what looked easy on the map into a slow crawl. Dust clouds followed trucks, and every few kilometres the road narrowed to a single lane.

Jammu Tavi River

Lemontree Hotel, Jammu

By mid-afternoon, I finally rolled into Jammu and checked into a fairly premium hotel. That’s my small rule for solo travel — after rough drives, I don’t mind a night of good food, a clean bed, and a bit of comfort. It balances the fatigue of dhaba lunches and rain-beaten miles.

And Jammu gave me exactly that. No drama, no breakdowns, no rush — just a quiet evening, soft lights, and a hearty meal. I slept early, recharged for the road ahead toward Srinagar.

“Not every stop is about adventure. Some are simply about resting well before the next climb.”

India Jammu

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