Kabul – Jalalabad – Lahore – Amritsar
We have managed to arrange a lift with a tour company – Swagman Tours from London, England. We are asked to pay 4 ½ US dollars from here to Lahore in Pakistan; this includes overnight camp and food! The tour bus has several empty places, so we are lucky to get this deal. Also it is good to have English spoken all around us again. You forget how much an effort it is to concentrate on foreign languages and especially trying to communicate in Pidgin English. We left Kabul at 2 p.m. and made our way towards the border with Pakistan. Half way there we stopped and spent the night in a campsite. It was great fun setting up large tents (such luxury) and getting the food prepared for dinner. We sat around the campfire and talked to our new companions, some of who admired our independence in going it alone through this territory, whilst we just reflect on how mad we are.
The Khyber Pass is one of the world’s most notorious passages. It winds 35-miles/56 km through the Himalayas to link Afghanistan and Pakistan. As has been the case throughout history, very serious and brutal bandits frequent the pass, and certain periods are worse than others. The pass itself makes for an interesting drive through the mountains—not as spectacular as the Swiss Alps, perhaps, but its history, the fortresses of Jalalabad and the people combine for an unforgettable experience. You can see colonial-era observation towers on every peak and the badges of former British and Pakistani regiments painted on the walls of the pass. This area has a lot of history.
We set off early this morning for the Khyber Pass (border at Landi Kotal), which we reached at 11 a.m. We were amused to pass a taxi on the way with so many passengers they were seated on the bonnet and the roof! We counted 13 men on board, but there may well have been more inside!
We drove on through Peshawar and Islamabad before stopping near Lahore in the early evening and camping for the second night. I could get used to this life. No having to make decisions about where to go next or how to get there, hot food that you can recognise as food and hot coffee – it is all sorted for you. Toilet stops included! I am feeling thoroughly spoiled.
Campsite packed up and we are off again!
On route to the border between Pakistan and India we stopped off in Lahore and visited the bazaar, where I had my first taste of peppermint tea. Absolutely delicious and on a scorching hot day there can be nothing better. We were also offered some hashish to purchase. The market trader who offered us the tea suddenly disappeared into the back of his stall only to re-appear with an enormous block of hashish! There must have been at least 1 kilogram of the stuff. My companions and I looked at it with widening eyes, but knowing the penalty for possession if caught at the Indian border we shook our heads and returned to the bus empty handed.
We only just made it to the Pakistan-India border at Ganda Singh Wala before it closed at half past three and bumped into Diane and Graham again. It was very good to see them. The border crossing was in itself a bit hairy. We were searched very thoroughly, or at least our belongings were, and one stupid Australian guy was found to have hashish hidden in the headband of his hat. Last we saw of him he was being marched away to a police car. I was slightly worried about the amount of Indian Rupees I had on me, obtained illegally on the black market, because you are not allowed to exchange Indian Rupees in Pakistan, but of course it is a better exchange rate.
Safely through the border at last the four of us grabbed a taxi to Amritsar that turned out to be the most hair-raising journey of all, though thankfully the shortest! The driver just pressed his finger on the horn and drove as fast as he could, bikes, cars, taxis, people, carts, everything had to move out of his way; only when he met a scrawny cow did he swerve to avoid a collision.
Nerves jangling, shaking and sweaty, we paid the smiling driver once we arrived in Amritsar and made our way to the Golden Temple, where we had heard we could sleep for free.
Siri Guru Arjan Dev Ji envisioned a temple that would be made the repository of the Sikh religion, a reflection of its resoluteness and its strength. It would become the hallowed symbol of the indestructibility of the faith. It would be known as the Harmandir. The plan he conceived for the Harmandir was designed to reflect the clarity, simplicity and logic of the new movement. Its location in the centre of the pool would symbolize the synthesis of nirgun and sargun: the spiritual and temporal realms of human existence. Siri Guru Arjan Dev reversed the prevalent practice of designing high temple plinths. By building the Harmandir at a level lower than the surrounding land, he wanted to emphasize the inner strength that was provided by the faith, rather than draw attention to its external manifestations. Descending the marble stairs (teaching humility to mankind) to the parkarma, you have your first sight of it, the golden facades and domes surrounded by still waters.
The temple is really beautiful – glowing deep gold in the setting sun. We respectfully removed our footwear and lay our sleeping bags on the marble corridor, and sat at the edge of a pool to watch the sun go down.
In the peaceful early morning silence of the following day the pools are still and glassy and capture an almost perfect reflection of the extraordinary buildings within.
16 thoughts on “On Journey Part Six”
I shall just say a few Oms 🙂 🙂 Peaceful at last! Such a harsh landscape, Jude! I love the photo of the map. I used to pour over things for hours, imagining the world ‘out there’. Glad you made it through unscathed. The glampers of today don’t know what they’ve missed?
I also adored maps. I still have a huge Times map of the world from the ’80s, so many changes since then.
Phew that was so lucky to get a ride with the swagman tour group through such a notoriously dangerous area.
That stretch was pure luxury PP compared with the rest of the journey.
It felt a lot like that to me!
What an adventure. I’m loving vicariously sharing in it from the comfort of my couch.
Haha… best place to be!
Whenever I need a dose of awe, I read one of your posts. I really entertained an adventurer unaware a few years ago – much more interesting than an angel!! I’m loving these posts, and grateful for a garden shut-down that makes them more likely. Even travelling in luxury like this is adventurous. Australians can be stupid – he’s probably a politician now.
What a climax to this post – a night in a golden temple.
Oh, thank you Meg. You say the nicest things! I shall have to start writing about my Aussie adventures, not nearly as intrepid as these, but adventures all the same. And I may have more on the North African journey, though most of that I have already posted about. Hope all is still well with you and yours xx
Fire anxiety’s a constant state, but without reason – so far. Dire warnings are being uttered about this week. I almost long for a Polish winter. My mob arrive from Queensland this week. The drive down the east coast won’t be much fun.
All well with you? Enjoy whatever pleasures the silly season affords, and have a stellar 2020
We’re fine. Managing to avoid the silly season so far, but looking forward to next week and the winter solstice. Just wish we could send some of this rain over to you, it’s relentless plus heavy gales. 😞 Have fun with the family, that’s really what this time of year is all about. Though we’ll be on our own which is fine.
I am wearing my horrified face. Again.
Oh, dear! And this was a good bit!
Oh no, I had a feeling you’d tell me it got worse again!
Final chapter next week. I’ll let you make your own mind up 😂
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