After spending time there, we rode further north to Amritsar. Roads started to feel different — colder air, open highways, fields on both sides. Reached the Golden Temple in the evening. That place at night is something else — all lit up, the sarovar still, and people just quietly sitting and taking it in. We had langar, sat by the water, and stayed there for a while. No rush to leave.
This ride had everything — heat, breakdowns, long silences on the road, and moments you can’t really explain. But that’s what made it stick. Sometimes the best rides aren’t about reaching a destination — they’re about what happens along the way.