Hotel P.R. Residency Amritsar

... 1km I can make it clear I am not coming with them and I get out. In the meantime the guy a the petrol station has told Mira that she should get going, because I am already on my way to the next to city with the people in the truck!!!! Somehow we miss out on each other when I walk back, so when I get back, Mira is already gone to find me. Only to get reunited again 5km later, when a nice Pakistani man drops me off at a police checkpoint, where she just found out I have nót ...

... Just decided to sit by the pool and soak up the atmosphere. The lights, the chanting of the sacred book and people watch. I am still impressed by the clothes the women wear. They always look incredibly well turned out (and me in my holiday clothes...not looking my best!) and the colours of the clothes are fantastic.<br><br>So just sat there, soaking everything up. I wanted to wait until the sacred book was ...

... will allow in an attempt to out do the Pakistani guys who in turn are causing themselves a hernia at the other end!! My God its hilarious, something quite different to HRH changing of the guard.. and the tashes these guys have would make a french man cry!! <br><br>Such a great thing to see and so so funny.. will post the pics tomorrow but they dont do it justice, its something that has to be seen to be believed.. <br><br>Anyway after this we piled back into our transport, which ...

... the big building where all the pilgrims who come to Amritsar stay. There were many rooms for Sikhs, and we all shared the bathroom with sinks and toilets, and every night, Sikhs without a room would set up blankets all over the ground and go to sleep outside here and surrounding the temple. I really enjoyed the experience of living here and interacting with the people and being a part of their community for a few days, especially being one of only about thirty tourists ...

... br>We also visited this park, Can't remember the name of it and haven't got the book with me. It was a park in which brittish troops opened fire on 2000 indian people who were having a peaceful protest against the English Occupation. There were still bullet holes visible on the back wall and it was clear people were looking at us even more so here. In the museum a few people recount their stories from that day. One story in particular ...

... pleasant that they take an int**est but its always young men or more often that not, young boys. I do not want to speak to boys. **** off. Add to this they usually approach just as you are having a quiet moment, watching a sunset, reading a book or writing your diary. They surround you and s******. Invading your p**sonal space and take ov**. I freaking well hate it. Indian boys are twazats. And three particularly annoying ones I encount**ed at Jaggawall Bagt, I could have quite ...

... his sucessor, which is a holy book-- like the Sikh Bible. Since it succeeded as the "living Guru", it is treated as such with attendants fanning it throughout the day, and at night it is put to bed in a tower directly in front of the Temple. This is done with a massive procession and some awesome musical chanting. We were allowed to walk around the Temple while all this was going on, and it was just so unreal. People were sitting in all corners, climbing to the second story and bending ...

... than 6 places, before I finally settled for a better room. I didn't have to pay any more, but an entry in Lonely Planet secures many rooms, since backpackers often can't be bothered to tour around to check out others. The Paharganj area is to the west of Old Delhi and slightly north of Central Delhi. It's quite a likeable area with Main Bazaar housing all the tourist shops, cheap cafes and stall sellers, while a warren of tiny alleys runs off. With the New Delhi ...

... to be the Paris of Punjab, but was later on replaced by others, Amiji told us. It is one of the most important cities for Sikhs, because it is a holy city- like Jerusalem for the western faiths. We're going to visit my great great Aunt- my maternal grandmother's mother's sister- we think that qualifies as great great. 16th. We spent the day resting. Mommy felt much better, but Janpal still didn't feel great. We just lazed ...

... by our window. Inside, of the train, was a hive of activity with musicians, Sikh warriors, chai-wallahs and countless other characters mulling about. Outside the views changed between slums, green fields, garbage, and mixtures of the three. For lunch we ate samosas, bought through the bars of the train window; 2 for 20cents and delicious. We learned about Tibet and Myanmar from Sam, in addition to life as a photojournalist in Vancouver. Once ...