Got a really dodgy 4 hour bus to Ajmer to get a connecting bus to rural Pushkar (I mean the driver didn't even know where it was going.) Got dropped on the outskirts of Ajmer for another rickshaw con. Shared it with a girl called Sarah who turned out to live 20mins away form Salisbury with a sister called Hannah who was courting a boy in Nepal. Not weird at all. Ajmer was too mental, men shouting at us to get on their rickshaws, one guy just told us to RUN, pretty hard when you look like a hedgehog packed up with rucksacks on front and back. Got the local bus to Pushkar, the ticket man was not keen on us, charged us for the half seat our bags took up and refused to give Sarah her 400R change(they do not do big notes.) Bus wriggled it's way up a windy mountain and down again to the tiny town.
Stayed in a pretty average hotel but we fell for the 'view of lake, swimming pool (no water) and hot water' chat. Hotel Shree Palace. Instantly offered a 'special lassi' or a beer as Pushkar has a no alcohol and veggy only rule. They kept some beer in a safe in the cellar (sticking their finger up to the system.)
Pushkar had automatic feel of calm, less hassle but more tourists (hi white people.) Sarah bumped into 3 swedes she had met in Jaipur called Felix Bjon and something else. The most tragic hippies ever all long blonde hair and turbans, learning to play the wooden flute like MrTumnus and when they met us they namasted us. " We found her at the end of our bed...CRAZY" "I've been tripping on muscle tranquiliser for 2 days."
Went to the lakes as the sun was going down over the ghats of holy water where one man was taking a dunk. So beautiful.
Went back for supper on the rooftop of the hotel. Dal is our new flavour of the month. There was a man who I swore was John Lennon in the room next door to us playing the Beatles at full pelt, this must of been the hippy hangout when the band went to India to learn the sitar. Sarah got her guitar and performed for us for about 2 hours, our own little Alannis Morisette.
Stayed in a pretty average hotel but we fell for the 'view of lake, swimming pool (no water) and hot water' chat. Hotel Shree Palace. Instantly offered a 'special lassi' or a beer as Pushkar has a no alcohol and veggy only rule. They kept some beer in a safe in the cellar (sticking their finger up to the system.)
Pushkar had automatic feel of calm, less hassle but more tourists (hi white people.) Sarah bumped into 3 swedes she had met in Jaipur called Felix Bjon and something else. The most tragic hippies ever all long blonde hair and turbans, learning to play the wooden flute like MrTumnus and when they met us they namasted us. " We found her at the end of our bed...CRAZY" "I've been tripping on muscle tranquiliser for 2 days."
Went to the lakes as the sun was going down over the ghats of holy water where one man was taking a dunk. So beautiful.
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