The Turbanators

After leaving Rae in Dharamsala, Sarah and I headed off to Amritsar, the holy city of the Sikhs and their holiest of holies - the Golden Temple.

Of course we got there right on a weekend, the very busiest time, as we were lost in the hundreds of thousands of bearded and turbaned blokes thronging around the place all day and literally all night long. It was awesome, we ate with them at the giant communal food hall where they slop up free lentils and rice and everyone eats together on the floor - apparently a shot at the Hindu caste system and a pretty cool inclusive feeling, even when you are the only two white faces in a giant hall of thousands of curious staring Sikhs! We slept for a couple of hours at a free bed the temple itself and jumped up at 4am (along with everyone else in the country it seemed) to watch their current guru, the living holy book, be woken up and ceremoniously brought out to it's house in the middle of the lake of holy nectar. It goes to bed every night for a few hours. Amazingly interesting place, fascinating to learn more about the religion and we met so many open and friendly people happily surprised to see a couple of non-Sikhs taking an interest.







Waiting for our train back to Delhi a few hours later when the sun came up






And snoozing