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A Winter Drive to the Statue of Unity

The trip we took on the 1st of January 2026 gave me something far more meaningful than just memories. It gave me strength, calm, and a deep sense of happiness that lingered long after we returned home.

Visiting the Statue of Unity had been on my bucket list ever since we moved to Vadodara, and welcoming the new year with this journey felt just right.

We started early, leaving home at 7:30 AM in our personal vehicle, and reached the Statue of Unity by around 9:30 AM. The weather was exceptionally kind to us. It was winter, crisp and gentle, making the entire drive feel comforting and inviting.

The roads from Vadodara were perfect for a long drive. Smooth, scenic, and peaceful, they made the journey as enjoyable as the destination itself. The cotton plantations lining the route were a pleasant surprise, something we had never seen back in Tamil Nadu. They added a quiet charm to the landscape and stayed with us long after we crossed them.

We kept things simple for breakfast, carrying bread, butter, and jam, enjoying it leisurely before stepping into a day full of exploration.

Since we had already booked our tickets, the experience felt seamless. We took the free bus service and first reached the Valley of Flowers and the dam viewpoint. The views were refreshing, and we paused to take a few photographs, soaking in the calm before moving ahead. We then visited the Dino Trail so that our four-year-old daughter could have some fun, and her excitement added a joyful rhythm to the day.


And then came the moment we had been waiting for. Witnessing the Statue of Unity.

Words truly fall short here. This is not something you simply see; it is something you experience. Standing before the statue is overwhelming in the most beautiful way. We grabbed some Maggi and samosas before heading inside, and thanks to our express tickets, we reached the viewing gallery at chest level in less than fifteen minutes. The view from there was surreal, expansive, and deeply humbling.

From there, we took the escalators down to the feet of Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel. Standing so close, looking up at the statue from different angles, we were left in awe. Every level brought a fresh perspective, and all we could say, again and again, was “wow.”

Lunch was at the café on the premises. While it was slightly on the expensive side, the food was genuinely good, and we had no complaints. Post lunch, we headed to the zoo and jungle safari, and we were impressed by what we saw. The variety of animals, the thoughtful layout, and the overall cleanliness stood out. The place was extremely well-maintained.

After spending several hours there, it was time to head back. Reluctantly. There was still so much left to explore, and time simply wasn’t on our side. We knew, without a doubt, that we would return to experience the many attractions we had missed.

One aspect that deserves special appreciation is the cleanliness. The restrooms were exceptionally well-maintained. As someone who is quite particular about hygiene, I felt completely comfortable, and that says a lot.

The environment felt safe, calm, and rejuvenating. Another highlight was the pink electric autos run by women. They were affordable, convenient, and made commuting between attractions effortless, while also leaving a positive impression.

We started our return journey around 6:30 PM and reached home by 8:30 PM. The drive back was filled with quiet conversations and shared recollections, as we relived moments from a day that had given us far more than we expected.

This trip was not just a visit to a landmark. It was a gentle pause, a reminder of how travel can heal, uplift, and silently strengthen you. And yes, we will be back again.

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