Pauls Frank Spencer Moment

We have now arrived in Amritsar - luckily in Pauls case as he was attempting to remove our luggage from the roof of the bus when it drove off, with Paul shouting at Sophie who was trotting after it at her usual speed. However, the bus only went to the other end of the station and not to Chandigarh which only added to the hilarity for the people watching.
Apart from that we had a go at Tibetan cooking in Dharamsala and produced some very deformed dumplings but they tasted good. We also saw a Tibetan cultural show which was good at first but kindof waned after the twentieth 'group dance'. The whole thing was enlivened by the happiest man in the world who maintained a beatific expression of joy through a 'wardrobe malfunction', some truly remarkable is-he-joking solo singing, a toddler crawling around the stage, people attempting to leave mid way through and even when almost everyone had left and he was the only person on the dance floor following the bit where everyone had to dance (except Paul who sat with some monks saying that if they weren't going to, neither was he - to be fair most people including Sophie just bobbed up and down on the spot - except two people who tried to recreate the costumes with their jumpers and leapt around the room excitedly - even they only stayed for one sang though, not like happy man who we assume had to be dragged away kicking and screaming, actually no he would probably still have smiled).
We liked Dharamsala but it was a bit small and touristy, mainly people on spiritual retreats having jam sessions and philosophising about Buddhism - we are now in Amritsar which is a bustling place. We went to the Golden Temple this morning which is very beautiful, relaxing, welcoming, friendly - we loved it basically! It has free food and drink for everyone, amazing singing of the Sikh Holy Book which takes 48 hours and pilgrims washing themselves in the lake, most of whom are very friendly and in one case, a bit too friendly - a man who insisted on hurrying us from one end to the other taking photos every two seconds, including of him, and who tried to be a tour guide despite not speaking a word of English, until we lost him (we think to another lucky group).
Tomorrow we are catching an overnight train to Agra - there were only upper bunks left and we know from China this is likely to be a 'hilarious' experience for Sophie who will probably get stuck halfway up. Wish us luck!