Thursday, 5 February 2026

Rural India - Jan 2026

 

Botanic Gardens, Chandigarh

Eventually, as it always does, it came time to leave the relative comfort that had become Amritsar and head east toward the Nepali Border, our ultimate destination.

We took a train to Chandigarh.  It was an easy journey during which we made friends with a young Indian couple who now live in Austrailia.

Chandigarh itself is not like the India we had come to know so far.  It is very clean and ordered.  There are even traffic lights that drivers actually pay heed to!  However, it was here we learned that many hotels in India, outside of the obvious tourist locations, do not actually accept foreign travellers.  Apparently the red tape involved in having to report each guest is just something that most hotels can't be bothered with.  So we turned up at the hotel we had booked and paid for online only to be told we couldn't stay!  To be fair, it was easily sorted and the refund was arranged while we were in the taxi to the hotel that would take us.  No real drama, but a surprise non-the-less.  The red tape that India has itself wrapped up in really is a trick sometimes.  Going forward we made sure to contact each hotel by Whatsapp to make sure we could stay.

Chandigarh is the capital of Punjab and was designed by the Swiss-French modernist architect, Le Corbusier.  You can definiely tell it is a city designed with foresight and the advantage of modern knowledge.  The infrastructure is really very good.

We took a walk through the Botanic Gardens and around the city in general.

Before we knew it we had happened upon the famous Rock Garden of Chandigarh.  What a wonderful exhibit this is.  It is a tourist attraction designed in amoungst the natural rock feature of the area, enhanced by the addition of recycled goods that have been embedded in the exhibits.

This wall is made with electrical parts
Natural rock


Made of broken ceramics

Dressed with plastic bangles and
hair ties

We also found the local lake which was super busy on a Saturday with everyone out enjoying the winter sunshine.

And this poor guy taking people
for rides.

Even the restaurants were a lot more westernised here.

This pani puri and chat was delicious

Proper pizza although still spicy

At the beginning and end of each day we always sat down with our favourite chai guy at the end of our road.

The next train journey took us to Saharanpur.  Hmmm, we don't usually say this about anywhere we have been in the world, but we certainly won't be wanting to stop here again in future.  It had a really grimy feel to it, even by Indian standards.  As usual the people were lovely and helpful and we managed to make friends with a couple of chai guys and eventually find a place to change money.  Trying to buy tissues for the cold Clare had picked up in Amritsar was another thing altogether!

Yummy baked sweet potato


We did actually manage to find a park to walk around which was a welcome break from the chaotic streets.  It was technically closed when we got there but the guy let us in anyway.


This is how cold it was!

Our last train journey (for a while) was to the cute wee town of Rudrapur.  We enjoyed our stay here. Wandering the streets, looking for yummy street food and engaging with the locals as much as is possible.

These guys served us some yummy twice fried chips

We found another park to walk around

Second hand clothing Indian style

Temple

We always love to find a veg stall

So cool to watch how Samosa are made!


We found a local bus to take us to our last India destination of Banbasa.  It was full and crowded, as expected, with three people crowded onto our two seats.  This is often where James's broad shoulders become a problem.  But it is always interesting and comical to take a local bus.  There is always something to look at or be amazed by.


Banbasa is a small rural border town with not a lot going on but we enjoyed some R&R.  The cows that wander round town are amusing though!


The next exciting installment was finding just the right tuktuk driver to get us over the border and into Nepal.  And he did not disappoint.  We had read online that sometimes the drivers just drop you on the India side and it is quite a trek over the border.  Our guy very graciously took us all the way across the no-man's land, waiting very patiently at each official check .... of which there was many!  Indian red tape at it's finest on full display.

Checking out of India.  This guy was incredibly
officious

Enjoying a last Indian chai for a while

Yet another check of the paperwork and another
ledger to fill in

Goodbye India!  You have been an assault on our sensors in so many ways and we have loved (nearly) every minute of it!

Thursday, 22 January 2026

Amritsar, India - January 2026

 

Land of the turban, tash and long beard

After a six hour train ride from Delhi, we arrived at the northwestern town city of Amritsar. 

We initially got on the wrong carriage
and couldn't figure our why our seats
were double booked!

People are working on or next to the
tracks the whole way

Meals were included.  Quite nice too!

Amritsar is on the Pakistan border and is the second largest city of the Punjab region.  It is considered the Sikh capital of the world.  It has a much more ordered touristy feel about it than Delhi and although the main square is always busy, day and night, it still doesn't feel quite as crowded as Delhi.  Although everytime we stepped out our door people wanted to sell us something ... temple tat, a ride somewhere, a food item.

It turns out our hotel was right around the corner of a hustling, bustling, vibrant city centre - centered around the Golden Temple - Harmindir Sahib Gurdwara - which is a major reason tourists and Sikhs alike visit Amritsar.  It is considered the religious and cultural heart of the Sikh faith.

Everyone must cover their head to visit the temple.
Head scarves are provided.

It is free to enter the temple but no footware or bags allowed.  You must hand these in to the cloak room.  Lots of people just leave their shoes under the seats outside.  You then have to walk through a pond of water to wash your feet.  Everyday there were so many people visiting the temple but we very rarely saw any other western tourists.

The outside of the temple is nearly as startling as the inside!


But not quite ....

You can see the crowds lined up to get inside

The water surrounding the temple is considered holy and an honour for Sikhs to bath in.  The women have an enclosure to use for this purpose.


On the day that we visited there were SO MANY people lined up the go inside that we thought better of it.  A few nights later we went to take some night-time pictures.  There were way less people so we lined up the go in.  No pics allowed, but trust us, it was every bit worth the wait!  Visiting the temple really did feel like visiting one of the wonders of the world.  Gives ya goosebumps for sure.

In the line to go inside

The town square itself, where the temple is located, was so busy providing something new to discover every day.


We visited Jallianwala Bagh, a memorial site of the day in 1919 that British troops opened fire on a peaceful protest, marking a turning point in India's freedom struggle.  Thousands were wounded and up to 1000 deaths were reported.

Atmospheric


Next up was a visit to the Gobindgarh Fort.  There's always a fort somewhere.


We were treated to some traditional song and dance

There are lots of other temples in Amritsar that we mostly discoverd just from walking around.

Including .... this 'poor mans' Hindu temple - Durgiana-  a mere reflection (no pun intended) of the Golden Temple.


And then a sacred pond without at temple!


The Sikhs are really good at feeding the poor, and at this 'pond without a temple' we saw this first hand.  They invited us to join in but it just didn't feel right when we can afford to feed ourselves.

Cooking the roti

Making the roti

Other cool temples we discovered ....


One of the main reasons visitors come to Amritsar is to visit the India/Pakistan Wagu border where every evening at 4pm there is a Closing of the Gates ceremony. We got a tuktuk ride out there, being relegated to the luggage compartment on the way there but managing to get a proper seat on the way back. It was all highly amusing .... especially for the locals watching our spectical.  

 The ceremony itself is the most fascinating display of nationalism on both sides of the border.  They basically mirror the pomp and ceremony on each side of the gate.  However, the gate has been closed since May 2025 when some unrest broke out between the two countries which has not yet been healed.

This high step is what they are 
most famous for

Dog brigade

Pakistan side

India side


The next day we took another tuktuk to the border in the hopes of crossing over to spend a week or two in Pakistan.  We couldn't find out prior to this if the border was open or not.  There was no reliable information on line and it really depends who you speak to in person whether you get a yes or a no!  Anyway, we decided the only way to really find out was to go there.  We got turned away and ended up spending another few days in Amritsar.  No disappointment there!

We enjoyed trying a myriad of food and drinks available.

Almond (badam) milk - , hot and cold

Fresh lassi ... including curds and whey

Lassi from the square, yummy but
not quite as authentic

A chaiwala specialising on the spectical
of it all

Everyone wanted a photo with us

Thali


Potato (Aloo) cakes, one of favs

Absolute favourite pudding -
hot Gulab jamun

Amritsar is know for these stuffed 
flat breads - kulcha

James was particularly pleased to discover fish corner.  It was nice to have some animal protein after so long of being 'reluctant' vegetarians.


Other food curiosities of the streets of Amritsar ....

Raw sugar

Dates

Achar - pickles

Random 'other' curiosities ....


It was winter and there was a definite cold snap.
People light fires in the street burning all sorts of
rubbish, including matresses, to keep warm.

This guy, who was meant to be controlling the traffic, offered to pay for our chai at the stall we stopped at but we had already paid.  We sat and watched him not ever understanding the reasoning of who he was letting in and who not.  A lot of this goes on in India.  Don't bother trying to figure it out or you'll lose your mind.


The quintessential tash