Sikh and ye shall find
Trip Start
Jul 13, 2006
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Trip End
Jul 06, 2007
There's an old joke about how you can tell a Canadian overseas.
Step on his foot and he'll say I'm sorry.
It's pretty safe to say that the same thing has never been said of Indians. You are jostled and bumped here more in a day that you will be in a year in Canada. It's just a cultural thing, but it can be very annoying if you let it; especially when you are not feeling well. Chevy and I are both suffering from Delhi Belly. I have had the worst night of my life - a night of alternating between sitting on and kneeling by the toilet.
We came to Amritsar to see the Golden Temple the most holy building for the Sikhs. Men bathe all around the gorgeous temple.
Nearby is the sight where in 1919 the British shot into a peaceful demonstration in a park killing almost 500 and injuring another 1,500 until they ran out of amunition. You may remember the scene from the movie Gandhi.
I went to the Pakistan border to watch the flag ceremony which resembled a Canada Russia hockey game. Thousands of Indians and Pakistanies sit in bleachers on their respective sides of the line. They chant, dance and cheer as the border guards march, yell and take down the flags with tremendous fanfare.
Step on his foot and he'll say I'm sorry.
It's pretty safe to say that the same thing has never been said of Indians. You are jostled and bumped here more in a day that you will be in a year in Canada. It's just a cultural thing, but it can be very annoying if you let it; especially when you are not feeling well. Chevy and I are both suffering from Delhi Belly. I have had the worst night of my life - a night of alternating between sitting on and kneeling by the toilet.
We came to Amritsar to see the Golden Temple the most holy building for the Sikhs. Men bathe all around the gorgeous temple.
Nearby is the sight where in 1919 the British shot into a peaceful demonstration in a park killing almost 500 and injuring another 1,500 until they ran out of amunition. You may remember the scene from the movie Gandhi.
I went to the Pakistan border to watch the flag ceremony which resembled a Canada Russia hockey game. Thousands of Indians and Pakistanies sit in bleachers on their respective sides of the line. They chant, dance and cheer as the border guards march, yell and take down the flags with tremendous fanfare.

