Hello sir, hello madam,
Arriving in Pushkar was like opening the fridge on a stinking hot day. The bus ride was not so long, which meant the memories of the chaos of Jaipur were still heavily in our memory. The first thing we were prepared for was to be harassed as soon as we got off the bus. This led us to walking very quickly towards town, only to realise a while later that the town was in the opposite direction. Once we actually made it into town, everyone was so calm and nice that we couldn't believe we were still in the same country.
On a recommendation by Jeremy w
e found a place run by a lovely family, mostly by one young man named The Laxman (lukshman), who immediately had an ice cold bottle of lime soda in our hands and led us to the rooftop to look over The Lake. I give it a title because it deserves one, this lake is like an oasis surrounded by elaborate ivory sandcastles and overlooked by hills boasting beautiful temples on either side. The day after we arrived, we noticed a lot of drama and noise through the main bazaar, which our guest house was on. It turned out to be the result of the recent Rajasthan election, and the local candidate who was voted back in was riding atop a car covered in many people and fabrics and jewels and flowers that were being thrown from the people in the street. The music blasting, we watched from the balcony as people danced and cheered into the night.
Unsure of what else to do here except relax, I'd f
ind myself grabbing a chai and sitting on the rooftop in the twilight, feeling the breeze from across the lake and being reminded of home. It is also a good place for people (and animal) watching. A couple of young men in tight jeans and slicked black hair on motorcycles overtaking a Saddhu (religious man in bare feet, robes and a turban), only to be blocked off by a cow eating a discarded plastic back of some vegetable. A progression of gypsy woman carrying the days pickings in large sacks on their heads, their bodies covered in every colour, and whatever isn't covered in fabric is sporting gold and silver jewellery. Monkeys trying to steal shoes from people doing religious ceremonies by the lake at sunset. If you watch it long enough it almost starts to make sense, but I'm glad it doesn't.
The only other big thing to do here is shop, and we've done most of that in half a day. We spent an hour and a half in a Rajasthani antique shop run by a man who leads many protests and actions for the people of Pushkar, and also donates a lot to charity with the money he raises from doing shows at big festivals. After that we were invited into a shop selling oils, and after being covered from head to toe in every scent possibly imaginable, we couldn't resist buying a few. So now, very relaxed and smelling oh so pretty, I must say goodbye, until next time in Jaisalmer!
Love to you all!
Arriving in Pushkar was like opening the fridge on a stinking hot day. The bus ride was not so long, which meant the memories of the chaos of Jaipur were still heavily in our memory. The first thing we were prepared for was to be harassed as soon as we got off the bus. This led us to walking very quickly towards town, only to realise a while later that the town was in the opposite direction. Once we actually made it into town, everyone was so calm and nice that we couldn't believe we were still in the same country.
On a recommendation by Jeremy w
e found a place run by a lovely family, mostly by one young man named The Laxman (lukshman), who immediately had an ice cold bottle of lime soda in our hands and led us to the rooftop to look over The Lake. I give it a title because it deserves one, this lake is like an oasis surrounded by elaborate ivory sandcastles and overlooked by hills boasting beautiful temples on either side. The day after we arrived, we noticed a lot of drama and noise through the main bazaar, which our guest house was on. It turned out to be the result of the recent Rajasthan election, and the local candidate who was voted back in was riding atop a car covered in many people and fabrics and jewels and flowers that were being thrown from the people in the street. The music blasting, we watched from the balcony as people danced and cheered into the night.Unsure of what else to do here except relax, I'd f
ind myself grabbing a chai and sitting on the rooftop in the twilight, feeling the breeze from across the lake and being reminded of home. It is also a good place for people (and animal) watching. A couple of young men in tight jeans and slicked black hair on motorcycles overtaking a Saddhu (religious man in bare feet, robes and a turban), only to be blocked off by a cow eating a discarded plastic back of some vegetable. A progression of gypsy woman carrying the days pickings in large sacks on their heads, their bodies covered in every colour, and whatever isn't covered in fabric is sporting gold and silver jewellery. Monkeys trying to steal shoes from people doing religious ceremonies by the lake at sunset. If you watch it long enough it almost starts to make sense, but I'm glad it doesn't.The only other big thing to do here is shop, and we've done most of that in half a day. We spent an hour and a half in a Rajasthani antique shop run by a man who leads many protests and actions for the people of Pushkar, and also donates a lot to charity with the money he raises from doing shows at big festivals. After that we were invited into a shop selling oils, and after being covered from head to toe in every scent possibly imaginable, we couldn't resist buying a few. So now, very relaxed and smelling oh so pretty, I must say goodbye, until next time in Jaisalmer!
Love to you all!
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