Hotel Grace Amritsar

... companion, and better then having some young Indian guy, oggling at us and taking our picture! We made it to Amritsar and headed to the Grace Hotel, where Ragga had stayed the last time she was there. Our room was pretty disgusting. The toilet seat was ...

... months, I carried on regardless and gave those around me a reason continue smiling while they enjoyed the rest of the food. Amritsar is thirty kilometers from Pakistan and the small border town of Attari. We made our way there one afternoon in order to ...

... with him and walk out of the airport that looks like it's in all forms of construction. Then I see a sign that says "Amritsar International Airport" and I think "This is an international airport??" I mention that to the hotel guy and he's leading us to ...

... and Rebecca suggested that we do something inside so we can stay dry and warm. So the lonely planet said the fanciest restaurant in Amritsar is this place called the Crystal, and we found out there was a theater just down the street from it, so we decided ...

After the mayhem of Delhi, some relative sanctity in the Sikh holy city of Amritsar.  The Golden Temple was amazing, the people friendly and not afraid to smile.