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Published: April 4th 2014
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Weds 2nd April
it’s 5:30am and we’re camping at Mrs Bhandari’s Guest house in Amritsar. It’s an old colonial house built in 1930 by Mrs B’s mother and uncles, with a walled large vegetable garden, camping area and flower beds just outside the bustle of the city centre.
During the night, there’s been a chorus of dogs barking over the wall, a puppy yelping over and over, a wind s...
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Thomas
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I loved the part of feeling like one shouldn't be there... What a place. It seems you were the perfect observer; present but without imposing your presence. Thanks for sharing