Sleepy, we arrived to Delhi at 3 a.m., where a wall of heat hit us like walking into an oven as soon as we had left the comfort of the airport’s air-conditioned halls. A team from Kamalan had come to take us to our hotel. The streets were so full of cars it could have been midday. The drivers changed lanes without notification, drove between them, some in the opposite direction, and then there she was: a cow in the middle of everything, oblivious, as if in the middle of a paddock. Welcome to India.
After Delhi and Chandigarh, we welcomed a break with open arms. The idea of spending a couple of nights in a remote village surrounded by rice fields sounded like a dream. We were hot and exhausted with many hours on the road.
With a sweltering heat of over 40ºC, we were asked to take off our shoes and cover our heads way before we had reached the doors of the Harmandir Sahib, the Abode of God. Being one of the 100,000 people that would visit the Golden Temple within these 24 hours, a feeling of “who are we?” came rushing to my mind. This Sikh temple was first built in 1577 by Guru Ram Das, and it is the most visited place in India, three times more visitors than the Taj Mahal.