Destination Amristar - the home of the Golden Temple, the Sikh's holiest shrine.

Part of the Sikh way is to make guests feel welcome regardless of their race, creed or colour, and that's why I am staying at the temple's "hotel" for free and have just had a good helping of dal, with rice pudding for dessert, also for free.

Now that's what I call a religion!

While the digs aren't the flashest (I'm one of a dozen beds side-by-side in the room and there is no hot water), it's still a roof over my head.

The temple itself is obviously covered in gold and is surrounded by water, and there's constant singing echoing around the temple.

Despite the throngs of people it still someone seems serene, which is a welcome relief after becoming accustomed to the quieter mountains.

Hail to the bus driver

I used to think the London bus drivers were the driving kings, with the way they worked their way through the narrow London streets.

But now I'm not so sure.

Having seen the way the Indian bus drivers go about their business in the Himalayas, I think they are the new Grand Masters.

Throwing the bus round sharp corners and weaving in and out of traffic, always on the look out to pick up passengers.

It really is a pleasure to watch (until he hits a pothole and you get flung into the air).

I can picture Principal Skinner with a tear in his eye singing, "Hail to the bus driver, bus driver man!"