Un-Starched and Strange

Adventures of Paul and Lana: A Porky of Many Parts

Word had reached us that the Great Potato would be handing out spuds of wisdom for all who would come to see him that day.  Bright and early, Paul and I head out on our journey find him.

Far North we ventured.  So far that the signs looked foreign wth strange symbols. 

Not long, we could see a long line of people waiting, no doubt, for a chance to see the Great Potato.  We joined the line and waited patiently with them. 

We grew thirsty and hungry, and tired from the sun.  But, bolstered with the happy smiles on the faces of those walking in the opposite direction - they had seen the Great Potato - we waited some more.

In the end, we were unfruitful.  People walking in the other direction were no longer smiling - the Great Potato had seen all he would see, and there would be no spuds of wisdom for us. 

We were ready to start our long return trek home, when a great wind blew sand and leaves around us obscuring our view.  When it all settled, we found ourselves uncertain.  

Where were we?  There was a huge white building in front of us.  To me it looked like an Indian temple, to Paul a European church.  But surely we weren't in either place (there were not enough people!). 

We walked up to the door and was welcomed in.  A guide explained this was a Sikh temple.  He granted us access, but we had to cover our heads.  Into the inner chambers we went.  I could hear a disembodied voice and see tigers up at the altar. 

Interesting as it was, there was still the question of how to get home.  The guide couldn't help, but said we could stay.  We opted to leave while it was still light.  Barely outside the doors, we were caught in another swirl of wind and dust!  

Thankfully, we opened our eyes, we were back in familiar territory.  We head home quickly - we didn't not want to be caught in another strange wind storm.  The rest of the journey was uneventful.   When  we got ome, though, we found House Hippo had his own adventure.