i walked 2km in the station
before i successfully bought the ticket.

too big, too confusing, too bureaucratic, too inconvenient.

the cops were touts themselves, trying to push the ticket to me. it cost me 10 minutes to inquire where the inquire/help service window was.

i could not find a proper seat, every inch standing people. a kind-hearted guy made room for me from his lugguage rack. i stayed there for 7 or 8 hours, without going to toilet.

so many people going to kashmir and pakistan direction. strange.

it was too hot, some one was incontinent, he/she just DEFECATED in the train and fainted.


people were shrieking , spraying perfume, bantering and panicking.....police came later.

the feces under the news paper

sikh policeman

sikh people with a turban

indian eating dinner, big family, very noisy. yogurt, rice and something else. not bad. they just emitted more sounds than they swallowed the food.

some ice cream postprandial.

the fatty in orange shared his seat with me. thanks again. many indian had to stand.

i could not believe, smart as indian, they played IDIOTIC games on phones. the flight game with a dice. i played this game when i was 7 years old.

their phones or network could not support big games, such as warcraft.

local feature snacks for sale, to take home as a gift

eventually i made it to amritsar, 30km away from the border. tommorrow for the border.

settled down in a guesthouse, and ventured out to have dinner.

chicken rice. deep fried.

when i went back to my guesthouse, i found out there was only one guest there, me. no wonder it was so quiet. there was a bunch of indian travelers living in a multiple room on the first floor , their fee together was half of mine, although my fee was just 5000 naira. the real cost if living in india.

end of day 15.

day 16

he took me to the town center of amritsar. 150naira. tricycle.

crossed a bridge, he guestured me to get down and walk , and then i climbed back on my seat. 10 minutes later arrived at town center

tons of people , amritsar central plaza and bazzar

i booked a tuk tuk ride to the border. the hand of the tout. and his number. i had to promise 3 touts at the same time. they were good pushers. but when i left, i just hopped on any tuk tuk.

roaming in the town. this was partitiion museum. i did not enter. not my business with the pakistan indian and british history.

had my breakfast in a small shack. stale omelette and crumbled bread . just stuffed my stomach.

a public toilet. without a door. abhored.

a policeman was making a mischief with a tuk tuk , deflating its air. maybe some revenge.

back to the plaza, the monumental thing.

pretty dull. i was not coming to india to see this.

Mc Donald, decorated like a jewel store, with a security .

visited the holiest place of sikhism.

the policeman and the soldier both wore turbans.

the golden temple of this sikh holy site

girl prayed prostrating on the ground. bit jealous of her religiosity.

feat wall, names of the dead sikh soldiers who died in the war with pakistan (and china). actually chinese killed most of them and turned the table in 1950s. but that has been history for long.

this temple looks like the holy pantheon for the sikhs here.

igbesachick:
feat wall, names of the dead sikh soldiers who died in the war with pakistan (and china). actually chinese killed most of them and turned the table in 1950s. but that has been history for long.

this temple looks like the holy pantheon for the sikhs here.

Point of correction... The indo-pak war wasn't between China and Pakistan but between India and Pakistan over the region of Kashmir.

donation box

the line to the temple at the center of the lake. i queued for 30minutes without a move, so i quit. waste of time for me.

shoe stand for this temple. otherwise, the turmoil and commotion caused by stolen shoes would besmirch this holy place.

lines of shoes.