The 2009 edition of Outlook Traveler spoke of the Mumbai to Goa drive enjoying cult status. The NH17, fondly remembered as NH66, ran along the western coast of India. At a few places, it came at a stone’s throw distance from the Arabian Sea.

It sounded exciting. So, for my 2017 annual domestic trip, I chose the Western Ghats & the Indian west coast. It was in line with my lets-see-the-country-at-least-before-I-die plan. When I started studying about the NH66, I found that it ran from Panvel to Kanyakumari.

I was thrilled! I had ~10 days to spare. I could do a longer stretch than just Mumbai to Goa. After extensive research & iterations, I narrowed down to a return trip of ~2,100 kilometers: Mumbai- Ganpati Phule- Gokarna- Kannur- Karwar- Panchgani- Mumbai.

The only reason I could not go till Kanyakumari: I had to return to Mumbai to drop off the rented self-drive car. Self-drive car rentals in India do not have the feature of different pick & drop points yet. & 10 days were inadequate to go till Kanyakumari AND return to Mumbai.

So, the remaining stretch in maybe another trip! Most of my road trip was on the NH66. Here & there, I touched SH92 (in Maharashtra), SH34 (Karnataka), NH48 (Maharashtra), & the Mumbai- Pune Expressway (Maharashtra). SH92 connects the NH48 to the NH66, traversing through villages to give you a view of rural Maharashtra.

SH34 is a beautiful, well-maintained hilly stretch running through the Kali Tiger Reserve & Dandeli, the river rafting paradise of west India. NH48 & Mumbai- Pune Expressway are typical highways: wide roads, straight-line driving & limited scenery.

But this post is about the NH66. On my first stretch (Mumbai to Ganpati Phule), the highway zigzagged through the Western Ghats. It being the monsoon season, the Ghats were lush. I saw more shades of green than I thought existed. So much so, that after a while, my eyes sought colors other than green.

Once I started from Ganpati Phule (till Kannur), I encountered the reason NH66 is considered so highly. I drove parallel to the Indian west coast. I felt the sea breeze. At places, the Arabian Sea was right beside me. One such place was Maravanthe: to my right was the Arabian Sea & to my left, the Suparnika River.

Essentially, I drove on a thin strip of land. All along the highway were fishing hamlets. I halted just about anywhere & asked for the day’s catch to be cooked for me.

Also pleasing to the eye were the intricately carved & colorfully painted temples. The gopuram of each of them carried gods & goddesses of all kinds, & of more colors than found in a child’s box of crayons.

There cannot be words better than photographs. So, leaving you with my captures of NH66.