Hotel Ishan Villa
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- Continental Breakfast
- Minbar in room
- Room service
- Hot tub
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I noticed a drum-kit under a poster of Mahatma Ghandi and soon a soldier was sat behind it and started tapping out a military beat. The Indian MC stood next to a line of soldiers who wore red, black and gold sashes at the waist of their uniforms and red and gold fan-tail turbans. Each of these soldiers took it in turn to shout at length as loudly as they could ...
... strange, on the one hand, while passing chilling bullet holes in the surrounding walls, I realised it had happened 96 years ago to the day, but there seemed to be little to commemorate it. On the other hand, a jovial atmosphere seemed to exist with a family even weirdly asking to take a picture of me while I held their baby, in the hall of martyrs. Obviously, I did it. I like the idea that that person will grow up and one day see that picture and think "who the **** is ...
... to the temple we were quickly reminded what life in urban India is like compared to the calm and relaxing mountain town we left that morning. There were once again people everywhere! We asked our guide if this was normal and he said yes to a certain extent, Amritsar is a city of 3 million so there are lots of people, but it was especially busy that day because it was a Sunday so nearly everyone has the day off from work. So while we braced ourselves for a ...
... we realised it I was sat on the opposite bench next time a woman who refused to sit normally and decided that cross-legged was the way to go meaning I was pushed to the edge. And Bas with one cheek on the edge of his seat and the rest of the bench taken up by said large family. To make it interesting, half way through the 8 hour journey a Sikh gentleman trapped Bas with his Kirpan (Sikh dagger), meaning that Bas was effectively trapped between the two. In-cre-di-ble. Had to share that.
... was not fast but luckily in India everything is late, so my flight from the tin shack of an airport that is Jolly Grant was delayed and the one in Dehli was suitably late to make my panicked running through the airport and nervous time in the passport control queue totally unwarranted. At least it made me good and sweaty for the last flight though!
See you later India, you've been amazing, and kept me on my toes to the last second. Now its time to hit the mountains and snow of Nepal for a random xmas encounter with my ...