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... be a bit too much (we've all been away from home a very long time). The long-anticipated duck is a bit of a disappointment tonight, as it has been chopped and is served as bits of meat left on the bone. It is greasy, of course, and spicy. The fresh pears served for dessert are a hit! With today being Sunday, the day off, our houseboat has seemed extraordinarily bereft of vendors. I'm sure that a brisk business will resume ...
... for the wonderful. Amritsar is famous for the Golden Temple, the home of the Sikh religion. This is possibly the most beautiful building I have seen. I think it might even beat the Taj Mahal thanks to the serenity of the setting. In the middle of a large courtyard is a sacred lake and in the middle of that, connected by a walkway, is the temple. The bottom half is much like the Taj - white marble inlaid with thousands of precious stones.The top half has been covered in gold ...
... including a hand luggage empty out and a bag identification process. I honestly got through to departures feeling molested and like my personal space and privacy had been invaded. I have to admit, getting on that plane after this airport experience actually made me excited for Round 2 of outrageous Delhi. If at first you don't succeed.... You know the rest. Hahaha. Looking forward to keeping an open mind and seeing Delhi through different eyes with some local support holding our hands this time.
... in offer over the next few days.
Nearing the departure to Srinagar from Delhi at 3:15PM, we positioned ourselves near the designated gate.
We were surprised, when two gentlemen approached us and enquired whether we are on the Thomas Cook tour. On our confirmation, they exchanged expressions of "We Thought So" and told that they were also in the group. The gentlemen were Rajiv and Ravindranath, with whom we exchanged greetings and introductions, ...
... crashed and been almost crushed; the few chances we’d had to enjoy the scenery and serpentine mountain roads had been snatched away by hordes of lumbering, pollution spewing Army trucks and manic local drivers. We concocted a plan. On the return leg to Delhi, we’d put the bikes on a train in Manali (or as close as we could get to it) rather than again suffer through 2 or 3 days of riding misery.
I retrieved my Mp3, positioned the ear buds and let ...