Back to our friends at SB Inn in Delhi for a few days, then north, first to McLeod Ganj, home to the Dalai Lama of the Buddhist Yellow Hat Sect, then Amritsar and the Golden Temple of the Sikh religion.
Only transport choice was 12 hour overnight bus, scary! The climb into the Himalayas is a wild experience! Many switchbacks and only the heavy beat of the Punjabi music kept our hearts steady. Arrived early a.m., pretty tired, and walked to Om Hotel with its great view, rooms and restaurant.
| Om Hotel room |
| Om Hotel restaurant |
McLeod Ganj is a small town highlighted by monks and temples, clean air, sourdough wholegrain bread, and a peaceful atmosphere. We walked to the nearby Bhagsu waterfall, and were treated to a timeless scene of monks scattered the length of the river below the waterfall, swimming in their jockey shorts while their robes dried on the grass. Prayer flags adorned the height of the falls.
| Bhagsu Falls |
The clouds formed and reformed over the mountain scene. The Dalai Lama was not in town, but all the same, the later visit to the Tibetan temple left us with a strong, peaceful impression.
| Parking for bikes and cows |
| Monkeys at the hotel |
We decided to use the toy train to get to Amritsar, which involved a 20 km taxi ride, at the start of which a pair of lemurs darted across the road! 20 km later we learned that a landslide had closed the track, and were given the choice of bus or 25 km more taxi to the station the other side of the slide. Took the taxi offer and had a beautiful ride of hills and river, lots of landslides, a one way/one vehicle width tunnel and a one vehicle at a time on the crumbling, elevated bridge over same river. Neither the tunnel nor the bridge had any official coordination, it was strictly Indian good manners which kept the whole thing operational. Amazing people!
Taxi driver left us at the small station, where we had a lengthy conversation with the station manager, using our 1 word of Hindi (Namaste=hello) and his no words of English. When we tired of that game we went to look for a cup of tea and that endeavor consumed the next 30 minutes; however we succeeded and again carried on several conversations with the barber, shop owner, and unidentified other village citizen -- all without the aid of language. Back to the station to wait for the toy train (narrow gauge). Sharon gave 2 bananas to a really skinny sadhu (holy man) and he made camp on the station platform, ate his bananas, called a cow to feed the peels to, and promptly went to sleep. He later joined us on the train and managed a complete wash and clothes wash in the train toilet. We were impressed with this guy. We thought we were travelling light! Toy train was a local, trundled through the countryside with many glimpses into houses, and way of living, and also some quite nice views including a very large lake and the first of many rice paddies.
The train finished at Patankot which is still about 50 km from Amritsar. At Patankot station we had to climb over several sets of train tracks to get to the station. Seems the toy train is a leftover from the Raj.
Short train ride to Amritsar, and short walk across the street to the Grand Hotel which has seen the likes of Indira Gandhi and Nehru. The staff encouraged us to go to the Golden Temple that evening which was very good advice. What a fabulous place, really impressive and memorable.
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| The Golden Temple |
| Devotees entering and exiting the dining halls |
Back to New Delhi for a night and then off by sleeper train to Mumbai (Bombay).
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