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A detour with consequences

has opened outside the sky all the locks, the monsoon proposes to complete. Opportunity to blog.

I'm in Dharamsala, the exile seat of the Dalai Lama and have a nice hotel room with WiFi found.
Yesterday it should be just relaxing eigentich 200 kilometers by road from Amritsar to Dharamsala. But somewhere in me has shown a well-meaning Sikhs in the wrong direction, so that it was at the end of 350 kilometers. But I have not regretted it, true to the famous motto of motorcycle and motor home drivers, that "the way the goal is. On the originally planned route I had so missed some:

Before my "diversion" I was in a "Dhaba" (simple restaurant on the roadside) Stop to me to enjoy a hot Indian tea for breakfast. The tea was good, even better, however, this Sikh me and my camera views in detail the technique of "turban wrapping" showed:

to phone you have the equipment then under the turban . Insert

In return I gave the friendly Sikh tea, for which he wanted to return the favor with a glass of whiskey. I kindly declined, then offered the cigarette. He then dug a little in his pocket and presented a wax paper wrapped in red goo. "Good sex all night!" Viagra Indian? Well, they have indeed the Kamasutra invented. I think he holds the future for me and all the Germans either ascetic saint or a complete idiot, because this offer, I politely declined. It was only 10 clock in the morning!

I came through a village in which almost all men wear a blue turban, strange. And then there was music in a yard and a lot of people sat together happily. Two good reasons for a break, which was then quite long. They invited me to dinner the same, no sooner had I turned off the engine. Lecker wars: saffron rice, lentil soup, potato and fresh vegetables Chabati bread. How do you eat this without fork or spoon? Dipping with the bread, bite, hmmm!

a fellow photographers I have met yet , a nice large Sikh with a 3 sq ft studio. He wanted to make with my camera a group photo, now I'm finally twice with it (the type without a turban in the elegant motorcycle pants).

Photographer and his father

Normally it is the other way around, but this time I I stopped in the middle of road, two policemen and asked a parking lot. Only the photo of course - saw two on their Royal Enfield 350cc motorcycle police just too nice out. Then of course they wanted a picture - with me - and admired my Royal Enfield, after all, a 500. In the end they were so excited that they have a round of ice-cold cola expenditure. I was also happy. Thanks to the Punjab Highway Police! The white uniformed driver is actually the much higher level compared to the passenger. When I asked why he was going, he smiled: "Because it gives me a lot of fun!" The man is so right.

Even 70 miles to Dharamsala and I wanted to actually arrive there in the light. It was then nothing more, because I got this one in between:

colorfully dressed musicians, chic women in a sari and a young man on a horse, hung complete with notes: A groom prepares in front of his family and friends at his wedding. The bride, unfortunately I have not seen that was still at her family home. Since you can not go past turn! Excited I was welcomed and had to dance the same. It looked safe from funny: The all in their Sunday suit and I send my motorcycle pants. Nevertheless, I should like to come along to the wedding, but what I had once again rejected.

way wedding ceremony: As it has secretly married my sister, as I wrote in the comments here. So also in this way all the best for you!

It was now almost dark and I was concerned not reach my goal. By 22 clock, 12 hours after loose my start in the morning, I had achieved my goal for the day Dharamsala. Calculated average speed today: About 18 km / h. Photographic satisfaction factor: 100%!