Neither the polar cold, nor the wooden board on which I slept and not even the monk's songs on duty all night managed to prevent him from sleeping from the pull until nine in the morning. In the inner courtyard there was no one sleeping and it was clean and tidy as if no one had spent the night there.
That day we decided to dedicate it to visit other enclaves of Amritsar, because yes, there is life outside the Golden Temple, or so they assured us in the tourist office. So, after breakfast, we ask a ciclorickshawthat will take us to Durgiana Mandir.
This temple is very similar to the Golden Temple, as it is also a Hindu pilgrimage center, but dedicated to Goddess Durga. As in the Golden Temple, we also had to take off our shoes to enter and leave them in a slogan at the entrance. There were few people inside, so we could contemplate the temple very calmly. We saw two girls dressed in the best galas sitting as on a kind of altar, although I do not know for what purpose (if anyone knows, tell me, please).
get out of Durgiana Mandir, we stop another rickshaw to take us to Mata temple. The lord of rickshaw He thought that was his lucky day and that he could pluck us. His ruthless tactic was to agree on a price and, upon arriving at our destination, accuse us of liars and of having agreed on a higher price. Well, no, that is not true, that's why I didn't pass. It is not that it is the fairest of the fair, but if I agree one thing I keep it. So I have to give that man the merit of being the only one who managed to get me out of my boxes in 20 days of travel and that is why he took a shout from me.
He Mata Lal Devi Mandir is dedicated to the saint Lal Devi, a lady with glasses who (with all due respect) reminded me a lot of the Blasa, and that during the last century he worked his miracles. Here come to pray the women who want to get pregnant, although the most impressive thing about this temple is what kitsch and rocambolesco of its rooms. One enters an American track of veneration in which he has to go on his knees through tunnels less than a meter high walking through canals full of filthy water and through rooms decorated to the last corner by mosaics made with broken mirrors (not suitable for superstitious) until you reach the altar where the most revered figure is located. An experience Of course, we lacked a lot of information to understand all the ins and outs of that temple, so, again, if anyone knows more about this place, I would be grateful if you could leave a comment.
After the religious impact, we went to look for our shoes and we met the driver of the cycle rikshaw that he expected or that we had a fish memory or that we didn't recognize him and tried to get him to hire him again. We told him no and, as he began to persecute us, we bravely moved away until we could mislead him. Without Moors on the coast, we stopped another very charming gentleman who took us with his ciclorickshawto the Ram Bah park.
This park is the saddest and most depressing one can visit in Amritsar, although Park It is not exactly the word that best defines it. I suppose that in the past it must have had a certain splenghdor, but at present, where there was grass once there are now bushes and the facilities are in a state that leaves much to be desired. In fact, the grace of visiting this huge park was to see the Marajá Ranjin Singh panorama, but we were unable to find it.
Inside the park, dozens of drivers from ciclorickshawthey slept in their vehicles on a table completely covered with a blanket, which made us realize that these people live in the streets. I felt a little witch after realizing that, and that is that India is a country that gives you back pride with slaps of reality.
To eat, we went to another of the restaurants recommended by Marta and Enric (my spiritual guides to know how to live). In this case, the restaurant was more common than Crystal and, therefore, cheaper.