Sikhs and Swords
Harry and I rush, like fools, into the stuff of rebellions. Smack bang, face-first … hurt and angry young men rise from the ground and stop us ... We ride peacefully in the agricultural region of the Punjab. Then out of the blue, clusters of branches lie across the road. They stretch-out and alternate from the left, then from the right, at ten metre intervals. This is no place for cars but other motorbikes (piki-pikis) zigzag along merrily. We follow, albeit double the [...]