Monthly Archives: December 2014

The ride from Amritsar to Delhi took longer than I’d guessed it might. We departed before sunup, and arrived after sundown. That’s a local bus for you – but it was also quite inexpensive. And, being the only gringo on … Continue reading →

Part 1: Sillius Maximus [dc]E[/dc]ver wondered what it would have looked like had Monty Python staged the Nuremberg Rally? Well it turns out that this exact scenario plays out nightly just north of Amritsar, at the only crossing between India … Continue reading →

In most countries, the locals are willing to tolerate requests to line their dimpled asses up for a photo-shoot (though it’s not uncommon for them to vehemently decline). In India, however – and especially here in Amritsar – it’s just … Continue reading →

A more photogenic people you will never see! (Okay, perhaps the Mongolians would give ‘em a run for the cash-money – though I gather that not only is there not any fresh fruit available in Mongolia, there isn’t any produce … Continue reading →

This ain’t no Bollywood, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no foolin’ around. Not that I spent much time trying, but nothing I could have done would have prepared me for this place. From the moment one steps off the … Continue reading →