Street Snacks

A fifth Postcard from Amritsar

A trayfull of samosas ready for the big fry. I first ate real Indian food as a very young ex-pat kid in Kuwait. Our next door neighbour, Aunty Padma, would sometimes call me in on the way back from school saying, to my ears, "I've just made some osas, would you like one?". Osas they remained for an embarrasingly long time.

Oranges

A fourth Postcard from Amritsar

If you sell oranges for a living you might as well go the whole hog and theme your hair accordingly. However, unless you're trying out for a job as a Ronald McDonald stand in I can't see any other reason for it. No offence meant but seriously, what is it with Indians and orange hair?

Amritsar Girl

The third of my Postcards from Amritsar.

People arrive in Amritsar in all manners of transport. This girl was travelling in a double decker truck, the type which in Europe would mainly carry animals but here was neatly packed with people dressed for the occassion.

Amritsar, lady at well

A second postcard from Amritsar.

Early morning, sunrise, the light is lovely and Golden Temple gradually becoming more active. Behind this woman were volunteers preparing vegetables for lunch, further behind them the food hall were thousands of free meals are served to pilgrims and visitors. At this time in the morning you're served a bowl of tea and a rusk, very, very good tea.

School Bus

I had a long weekend break in Amritsar in the Punjab. The main attractions were the Golden Temple and the Wagah Indian/Pakistan border ceremony but there was plenty of other things to keep me interested too. Not least of these was a school "bus" which parked down the alley from the hotel we stayed in.

I'm very impressed how it's decked out in school colours, I never had the luck to see it fully laden but maybe if I go back...