3/9 The long road to Amritsar

I had debated yesterday whether or not to make the trek to Amritsar.  After the excitement of the scorpion safari, I just didn't know if I was up to a rickshaw, bus, rickshaw, layover, train, layover, train and another rickshaw;).  But after meeting a larger than life older Israeli man who insisted that go, I booked my travel.  So early in the morning, I found myself chatting with a bunch of locals drinking tea waiting to board a totally substandard bus.  I read my Hindi book and got lost in the scenery but by hour seven was ready to be in Amristar despite the fact that I had twenty hours of travel to go.